Omega Nest Novels & Stories

The dark omega did not acknowledge us until we were ten feet away. Then she turned. She was middle-aged, maybe forty. Her hands were covered in dirt and rock dust. Her eyes glowed faintly green. "You are Lila Crescent," she said calmly. "The omega who started the rights movement." "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Nora Earthwright. And I am correcting your mistake." "My mistake?" "Trying to integrate omegas into pack society. Trying to make wolves accept us." Nora gestured to the corrupted land. "It will never work. Alphas and Betas will always see us as lesser. The solution is not integration—it is separation."

"The nest is an omega's private place. They use it as a personal space to avoid others, usually to relax and pass their monthly emotion surge. It's a safe haven from the rest of the world as some would say. Others aren't usually supposed to enter as it can cause aggression in the omega that owns it. I'm surprised you wanted me to come in." Rose was shocked. She had never heard of this. She knew about the monthly emotion surge. She had gotten it since she hit puberty, and it had led to some pretty heated conversations between her and her family but they knew about it, so no hard feelings were kept. The nest was on the other hand completely new knowledge. It did make sense though. She did come

After all, their Alpha was finally presenting his Luna to his people. I smiled to myself and leaned against the cool marble rail. A breeze lifted the hem of my robe and tousled my curls, which had grown out slightly in the few weeks I'd spent in Night Howler's Pack. I had left undone. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the heady smell around me.

She seems to be anxiously babbling but I can’t fight back my smile at seeing her flustered. “Easy there little wolf. You were amazing but I think we should head inside and maybe cover our tracks while we’re at it.” Ash says sounding much more like the mature second hand he is meant to be. He wraps an arm around Willow’s shoulders and leads her back in the direction of where we’re staying. “That was…” “Dangerous.” Tate says finishing my sentence before I can. Although I hadn’t planned on saying that exactly. “She’s an omega. The one my dad has been looking for.” He says.

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.

The envelope arrived at her penthouse via courier—heavy cream stock, wax-sealed with the crescent moon crest of the Blackwood Pack. No return address. No sender name. Just her name in calligraphy that she recognized from three years of rejection letters, bank statements, and the formal notice of her discarded status. *Lila Winstone.* Not Aurelia Chen. They knew. Of course they knew. They'd always known where the stray Omega had gone, hadn't they? They'd just been waiting. Watching. Letting her build something worth taking.

The beards on his face were so much that his mouth was almost invisible. “When did you arrive?” the husky voice inquired. I used to think my father had the scariest voice but I was proven wrong right on the spot. I began a tireless palpitation as I struggled to crawl away from him, moving on my already-bruised elbows. Sporadic coughing flew out of my mouth in replacement for an answer to his question. He pulled me by my hair towards what seemed like a thatched house in the midst of forest ground. The chaotic noise diminished as we approached the onlookers—a large group of young females and a scanty number of males. All looking unkempt and scrawny. I could tell I was the oldest among the girl

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passionately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. "She would be a great addition to the pack too. An omega that powerful is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

said the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “N-No! Kill me first before you get Leah from me!” Amoux shouted then tried to stand up but he just fell down. My heart is pounding because of what is happening now. Are these really Alphas? Why do they want me to be Luna? I'm just an omega so why are they competing with me? And Amoux, I have to heal him no matter what. "Let's take them to where we should hide them, leaving no trace because I know that Lycan Hector will find his heir," Rozen punched Amoux so he lost consciousness.

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.