Omega Mu Novels & Stories

I wail in my head. I never even knew that there was anything like the Silver blue moon pack, but I guess it came in handy. “But it is here. I am an omega” I articulate with ten little boldness left in me with my voice almost shaking. His gaze pins on me unshakingly. Stung at him makes me want more.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

Deven's big hand easily enclosed around my neck. His calluses finger scraping against my soft skin as his sharp claws dug into my flesh. I felt heavy as his toxins pumped into me in thick pulsing waves, leaving me unable to do anything but hang limply from his hold. Every wolf was capable of producing toxins. The stronger the wolf the stronger the toxins was. An Alpha's was enough to paralyze an elephant and was so painful it felt like every nerve was being soaked in acid. A warriors on the other hand, just made the victim feel uncomfortably hot, like a sunburn and made them their bodies heavy and their minds drowsy. A strongee wolf would have been able to fight against these toxins, but ome

“the alpha of the moon stone pack” “yes may his soul rest in peace” the doctor of the pack used his hands to close Romero’s eyes. The alpha of the pack was gone, everyone knew he was murdered, everyone saw the sword stuck in his neck when his corpse was carried to the clinic, but it was also everybody’s duty to shut up and not spread the news. They knew who did it, at least they concluded.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

Grandma starts to explain, glancing at grandpa with uncertainty. He squeezes her and focuses his attention on me, “He blamed us for her death. As I’m sure you know, your mother was a hybrid, or Omega as some like to say,” he says with distaste. I nod but look at them in confusion. I sniff the air and realise they both carry the scent of a mutolupus. “Wait, you’re both wolves,” I say in surprise, “But if mum was an Omega, one of you had to be human.”

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.