Omega Nest Novels & Stories

“They never do.” “Where are they looking?” Jasper asks. Orsina points up on the northern crest of the wolf pack’s mountain. “Around there. They saw an eagle nest in a tree somewhere in that vicinity and think it might be a sign.” “Huh.” Zach looks at Jasper, raising his eyebrows. A look passes between the two cousins, and then Jasper just shrugs. “Okay. I guess we can leave them alone for now.” We arrange to meet up with Orsina the next morning at the Rocking Ranch Breakfast Diner, where no other shifters - wolf or bear - are likely to see us together.

he said as he motioned to the house with his head. We walked into his modern-looking house and I could smell food that had been cooked. It smelled incredible. I wonder what they were having for dinner. “You cooked dinner?” Owen asked. “Yes, and I'll tell you why I did later. First, I have a question for Cat,” Easton told Owen. I looked at him and asked, “what’s up?” “How much does Amber know about wolves?” “Everything.” “What does she know about mates?” Easton asked. I smiled, knowing where this was going, and told him, “Everything.”

I moved to the stretching area to work the tension from my muscles before they seized completely. Three she-wolves clustered near the weapons rack, voices low but carrying. "—Melissa will be Luna. Everyone knows it." My hands tightened on the staff. "She's perfect for an Alpha. Beautiful, strong, from a good bloodline." "Then why is he keeping that oversized omega around?" Laughter followed. Sharp and cutting. Nyx snarled in my head—not with hurt, but with possessive fury. 'They lie. He is ours. Make them understand—'

Several different blankets and pillows that Xavier and I have used along with shirts and sweatpants that we both worn. I've never seen a nest, I've only heard of them. An Omega's nest isn't something that any one gets to see except for the mate. Once an Omega makes their nest no one's usually allowed in the room. Not only does the dominant mate not like the idea of anyone being around their mate when they're that close to heat but the Omega doesn't like other people near his nest or in their room. Supposedly it taints the scent, they only want to smell their mate and no one else.

The fact that her mates were going to provide her with one elated her. It was such a standard thing to do but held so much meaning behind it. An omegas nest was a safe haven for them, where only their mates and pups can go. It is a place that has everything valuable to them, providing them with comfort even when their mates are far away. Maybe not having a nest was why Anastasia was always skittish. She could never relish the feeling of a small space for only her. That was it, that was all she needed. Too busy focused on that one word, she didn't catch on to the degrading things the twins were saying about themself. She snapped back when they uttered the word failure.

Are they covering for him, or do they simply not know that Easton is responsible for their deaths? Someone has to know what’s going on. There’s at least one wolf cleaning up after Easton. Maybe one of the trusted household servants. Luna Gayle only trusts her one male assistant, Tyrus. Does Easton have someone like that? Or is Gayle sending her trusted Omega to clean up after her son?

say that instead of spouting nonsense. Celeste's heart tilted in her chest, she wasn't sure if he was shunning her or just confused about the fact that an omega was mated to an alpha. She wasn't even sure about what to say, but nevertheless, she spoke. "I-I...I'm an omega, but I'm his m-mate too." "Nonsense...weak and puny, you're no Luna...you belong to the rogues, not to this pack..." Celeste gripped Zillon's shirt which she wore, eyes becoming glossy. "What...what do y—"

It was very late by the time Wren reached the pack house. But dispite the late hour it appeared that every light was on inside of the four story mansion. The grounds outside were lit up as well. Pack members were rushing here and there setting up a stage and dancing area. Some were placing tables and setting out greenery. Others were streaming strands of lights all around the lawn. Wren had hoped to sneak in unnoticed. That was obviously out of the question. She quickly reached into the trunk at the tree line and grabbed a large shirt out of it to cover her naked body with. After doing so she quickly rushed through the busy wolves towards the back door. An omega girl looked up as she ran pas

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.

My clothes are on one side, my schoolbooks are on the other, and my mattress is battered. How can I afford more things when the housework alone keeps me from getting a job? It was evident that there was nothing to worry about outside, even though I was unaware of how late it was. I hear the omegas talking to each other and doing laundry as I lie on my mattress. An omega questioned, "Did you hear about what happened in that nearby pack?" "You mean the omega who has been called a Luna stalker?" another person asked in response. Yes, Cassidy is her name, I believe. She was found to have pilfered from Luna's desk. The Alpha claims that she attempted to step in for the Luna."