Omega Names Novels & Stories

"The police? They're on his payroll. The media? He owns half of it." "So I'm helpless." "No," I said. "You're vulnerable. There's a difference." I walked around the island until I was standing in front of her. She had to look up at me, but she held her ground. "You need a status that overrides his," I said. "I'm an omega. I have no status." "You do if you belong to a higher Alpha." She narrowed her eyes. "I told you. I'm not a property." "And I told you this is business."

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

I replied quietly. ‎She blinked in surprise. ‎ ‎“It’s rare for an Omega to survive alone outside a pack,” I continued. “Most of the wolves here are Betas like me.” ‎ ‎A few of the wolves around us lifted their chins proudly as we passed. ‎ ‎“But don’t mistake that,” I added firmly. “Being a Beta doesn’t make us weak. Rogues survive because we’re strong, stronger than most pack wolves.” ‎Seraphina nodded slowly as we walked deeper into the settlement.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

Today was my 18th birthday. It's a very exciting day for a wolf. Your wolf can recognize their mate. (Most of the time) In my case this won't happen since I still haven't shifted. Nobody in my pack knew expect for my mother and my younger brother. I was the family disgrace which is why I am the packs only omega.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

An omega brought a stool with some objects on it as I walked up the stage, an omega is the lowest ranking member, they are the cleaners and cooks of the pack. In some packs omegas are nothing but unworthy low life, they are practically slaves in most packs but not here although we don't treat them as equal and don't mingle with them we still treat them well. "Do you Aryon Walker pledge to always serve, protect the blue moon pack and put it first before anything?" This is really happening, I felt nervous and my fingers were sweating.

They like to abuse the power they held to get what they wanted. An Omega’s biology was different than a Beta’s. An Alpha had power over them but they couldn’t control them. They didn’t submit to an Alpha because it wasn’t in their nature, but being an Omega—especially an un-bonded one—was dangerous. One growl and an Omega would drop to their knees and agree to everything the Alpha wanted. It was what I feared most.

“We found out that she never registered you at the omega center when you were born.” I frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “Every omega born needs to be registered at the omega center. It’s for them to keep track of omegas to make sure that they aren’t being abused or anything.” “So they don’t have a record of me?” Val shook his head. “We want to register you at the omega center…we want to register as a pack.” “A pack?” “We are pack.” “We are.” His smiled widened. “A family.” “Yes.”

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.