Omega Mu Novels & Stories

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

Finally, they can talk without her running away from Alex. "Let Alex talk first, then we can take our time," Type said to Monika, who was ready to hug her sister. Monika understands what type means, so she nods in understanding. "Ashly, we need to talk." Alex said as he came near Ashly. "Stay away from me, or I'll insanely murder you!" Ashly screamed, but then she shook her head, whimpering, wanting to go away from Alex as quickly as possible. Her body was on fire. Her omega pheromones were in the air, making her growl. Ashly stumbled over to the steps, falling in the process. Type ran to help her up, but Adom stopped him. The only person allowed to touch an omega in this state was the omega

I'll have resulted unconcious or dead then abandoned as free reserved meal for termites and microbes. It's really stressful being an omega. One is weak before everything. Everything is lethal and dangerous to you. An alpha punch kills. Mere choking kills. One possess slow speed healing. Extreme weakness. Lack of defense and consistent bullying. Omega is definitely the worst. It's the worst supernatural one every desires. We're all weak and punny walk over. We're slave before other werewolves specie's. Despised slaves deserving every acquainted ill treatments. I huff.

Matt stated gently. Then the whole thing changed.... you see an omega's in warmth scent is so a lot better than a ordinary wolf's that it attracts any unmated male within a large radius. It makes them go crazy and if omegas don't seem to be cautious it can lead to rape and other attacks. Usually I take medicinal drug to supress it, but seeing that I wasn't expecting to be banished I did not have any with me here.

“I chose you over Tilly, because Tilly is loud and nosy and stupid. She would sing everything she knew to the next guard that smiled at her. But you are quiet and observant. I like that.” She met my eyes in the mirror. “You won’t tell anyone, will you Yara?” I shook my head. “No, Luna Yulia. Never.” Her smile was slow and venomous. “Good girl. I see myself in you, you know. I was small once. I was a weak and silent omega, but I learned how to survive. Maybe you will too. But only if you learn well from me.” Then she walked to the bath and dipped her toes in. “Get out now, girl. Go and make yourself useful.”

We stood at the threshold of the Soul Altar—the very center of Sector Zero. It wasn't a room. It was a massive, translucent brain made of quartz and silver mercury, pulsing with the life-force of every wolf on Earth. And in the center of the Altar, waiting for us, was the First Omega. She didn't wear a white dress anymore. She was a skeleton of golden light, her silver-gray eyes fixed on Leo. “The Remainder has arrived,” she whispered, her voice a sonar pulse that shook the mountain. “Now, Mother… sign the last page.”

He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration. “It’s been an entire month and I've been marked missing by the town's inhabitants. A couple others have been too but we're all alive and in a pack house.” “It really does exist? A house for…” Jade asked in astonishment. “Yes it really does exist. I'm an omega. Omega's are the lowest rank of werewolves and we might be major contributors to the town's current destruction. That's because we're still trying to understand our condition. We have little or no control over our inner wolves. Anything could trigger us.” He finished his explanation and sat up.

"Don't forget to take your medicine before you leave. You have a mild burn, and this will help it heal faster." I grabbed the disgusting bowl, held my breath, and forced myself to drink all of it. Then I stepped outside to find what was mine... except she had no wolf scent, which meant I had no idea where to start looking for her. "Omega wing," Keal growled. Before I even realized it, my legs had already moved on their own at hyper speed once again. I arrived at the omega workspace. The place reeked of wires, burnt ozone, explosives, and chemicals, but amidst all the harsh scents, one smell still stood out.