Omega Nest Novels & Stories

I held my head high, adjusting the leather jacket and fur coat that adorned my body. “Welcome, Alpha Michael.” The bouncers greeted me warmly, ushering us past the line and chasing the other patrons back. This was no mere club, but one of the most popular establishments in our pack, always streaming with life. We strode into the bar, heading straight for the bartender. But before I could place my order, I felt a delicate hand wrap around my waist. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with a petite omega, her green eyes locked onto mine.

she shouted, earning a few groans from the other omegas. "They won't kill her," I assured, "a large part of their profits come from selling omegas, especially omega females since we're highly fertile." "Are you serious," she asked looking rather disgusted. "Yeah," I said, "you don't have to worry though they don't sell us till we're in our mid twenties." "Is that why I haven't seen any older omegas," she asked, "I always thought thy just killed them off." "Naw," I said, "that would be wasteful, and the Rhinestone pack is all about using everything to the fullest. We recycle and everything."

"I don't Nest." "Of course, Miss Vale." Her voice is neutral, but her eyes say something else. "Shall I show you the rest of the penthouse?" I shake my head. "I think I need to rest." She nods and withdraws, closing the door softly behind her. I am alone. I walk to the Nest and stand over it, looking down at the empty circle of blankets. My fingers itch to touch them. My Omega instincts, buried under years of suppressants, stir weakly somewhere deep inside me. I turn away.

Could feel everyone’s heart beat loudly, especially Rori's, as he growled, “Don’t you dare!” “Oh, but I would.” Celeste smirked as she placed her finger on Tori’s neck. Blood slowly crept out of it, and Rori tried to lunge at her, but Celeste was quick to teleport somewhere inside the room. “All of you know I would.” “Why are you doing this?” Vlad glared. His gaze pierced Celeste’s soul, but his bloody aunt wouldn’t even flinch as she answered, “I want her.” Then, she pointed at me. “Anyone could tell she’s special. Not just an ordinary wolf. Obviously not one of those banished lunas considering that she’s your heart and certainly not just a mere omega..” She grinned, looking at Vlad like th

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “How is my wolfless omega doing?” “What do you want, Anita?” Roxanne asked quietly. The news I had just dropped, made her weak as it made me. “I wasn't speaking to you. The wolfless omega has a mouth to respond. Or has she lost her speaking ability? Ah, you are really unfortunate” “I can speak and I am not wolfless” I replied. I had a lot I need to do and speaking to Anita and her minors isn't one of them.

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

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.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

What Weston couldn't smell when he stepped behind the tree to get dressed he now could, and he didn't think it was a scent he would ever smell. The Omega's eyes widened, and he shrieked when Weston stepped forward and plucked him out of the Beta's arms. The very large Delta 1 handled him like a ragdoll, situating him in his arms until he was satisfied, and then tilted his head, exposing his neck and burying his face in it.