Omega Nest Novels & Stories

Werewolves from all packs, even those from African and Asian countries, were already buzzing about the Chicago Pack's upcoming wedding. "They're both gorgeous. A perfect match if you ask me." One commented under the picture of Belinda pecking Derek. "Isn't that girl an omega? And he's a Beta, right? Lol. Can't wait to see how this one goes." "They're throwing an engagement party this weekend. I'll be watching."

An hour had passed since the girl left in a storm to hunt and I still couldn't shake her words out of my mind. Either the burn on my side was really getting to my head or I had gotten soft... But I felt pity for her. Out of all people, I, Jace Weston, Alpha of the... well, you get it, but... I was actually pitying the Omega. I just couldn't help it. Even my Wolf, who had finally decided to show up, was whimpering at the thought of his mate getting hurt. Well, seeing her sad. I never thought she had it THAT rough. I was told they were purposely promiscuous, since it was their way of feeling alive, equal to others. But this girl had to hide and listen to her mother getting... I can't even thin

Once inside, Isadora found a secluded place and shifted, redressed, and then walked into the orientation building. When she approached the female wolf sitting behind the main desk, she looked up from the computer in front of her, giving her the once-over and said, bored. ‘I think you’re in the wrong place, Omega. The Omega Breeding Centre is in the Kingdom territory… Did you need me to organise a ride for you…’ Not really surprised to get that response, Isadora stepped a little closer to the desk and said in a clear tone. ‘I’m here to pick up my orientation pack and key to my dorm.’

Whichever one of these young wolves inflicted that wound is heading for a legendary future. The wolf in front of me snaps her head around. Her mouth is bloodied and her teeth stained. Part of the guardsman's uniform has caught on one sharp incisor. A flop of unnaturally white fur hangs across one eye. Hiya, Alpha Vuko, she says. Omega-daughter Neha of Firewolf. You okay? Omega-daughter? Neha? I say. She winks at me then turns her attention back to Abir.

I might as well be suffering one. And just like every sane person, I decided to check the internet instead of visiting the doctor. After scrolling through different possibilities like cancer, HIV, and every other terminal illness known to man, one seemed more reasonable. I carefully read through it, and it dragged me down the hole of symptoms, post-bond stress. And then another blog discussed omega withdrawal. My chest tightened as I read through it. ‘Omega withdrawal can occur when prolonged proximity with an Alpha. Symptoms may include brain fog, heat dysregulation…’

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

Irene Evening unrolls itself slow and golden, like honey sliding off a spoon. The air inside the pack house smells of woodsmoke, roasted herbs, and something buttery that Rowan swears he didn’t burn. The omegas move through the kitchen in soft rhythm—two boys chopping onions, one humming off-key as he stirs the pot. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t need to be good to make the place feel alive.

“Nice girl.” Thank fuck, I thought to myself. “And where do you know Freya from?” Damien asked. What the hell is this? An interrogation? I asked myself as I put a smile on my face, reminding myself to breathe. They are just making conversation. It is a special dinner. “Oh! Well like I said we grew up together,” I stammered, thinking up a story as I went. It wasn’t like I could say who she really was. Freya was obviously on the lam, and if she was hiding from Leopold, I imagined she had a good reason. I couldn’t expose her without knowing. “She’s a Blood Moon, part of one of the omega families,” I replied. “Her family worked for mine, and her mother often brought her by to play as she was clo

she said. Her tone left me shaking in my spot. I carefully reached for my black necklace around my neck, holding it close while praying to the goddess to take this storm away. That’s when Mom sighed out, placing her hands on my shoulders, causing me to lift my head to face her. She was calm, but in her eyes, I could tell she wasn’t done. “My girl, you are nothing like the others. They might be Omegas like us, but they have something that can help them in this Luna hunt, and it’s something you don’t possess. A wolf. You are wolfless and weak. ”