Omega Nesting Novels & Stories

“Let’s go.” ‎As we began walking toward the village, I glanced sideways at her. ‎ ‎“Just so you know,” I added in a low voice, “try not to show your weakness. Wolves here notice everything. If they sense fear, they’ll take advantage of it.” ‎ ‎Seraphina nodded quickly. ‎ ‎“I understand.” ‎ ‎But I could already smell her anxiety in the air. Her scent carried the soft sweetness unique to an Omega rare, vulnerable, and painfully noticeable to every wolf nearby.

Connections spreading like wildfire through four thousand wolves. I felt it through my connection to Selene. The sheer scale was staggering. Thousands of minds. Thousands of hearts. All linking into one unified whole. "It is working!" one of the masters called. "My section is fully linked!" "Mine too!" another confirmed. One by one, all ten sections reported full linkage. Four thousand wolves, all connected through the omega network. All fighting as one mind. The largest unified force in history. "Now comes the hard part," Selene said. "Mama, anchor me."

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.

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel

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.

“Pretty okay for a stranger. One of the pack women brought breakfast to me. She didn’t speak much to me, only told me that you wanted to see me this morning.” “Most of the omegas don’t talk much,” I muttered. Her gaze lifted, steady and searching. “What is an Omega?” “They are the lowest group of wolves in our pack but they are equally as important as the rest of the other wolves. They help with the chores and help keep the pack tidy,” I replied. “Hmm, they’re wary of me.” She said as a group of female wolves bowed to me and quickly walked away muttering words about “the strange girl”.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

I'll find it later," I mutter. First, I need to unpack. Maybe meet whoever I'm stuck living with for the semester. Hopefully she's quiet, because I don't feel like socializing right now. Or ever, really. Omega housing is exactly what it sounds like: omegas packed together like an over-scented sorority. The mated ones get suites with their packs. The rest of us? We get crammed into what's left. The ones without marks. The ones without a place. The ones nobody wants.

My wolves name was Victoria, she was a petite black wolf with a large white patch that covered most of her back. She greeted me coldly. We didn't get along much. "she didn't like being an omega." Like I enjoyed it either. I greet her back warmly but she only rolls her eyes. I ran through my favorite trail to the top of the cliff the hung out over a large lake being over flooded by a waterfall. I huff and fall to my stomach. Running didn't make me tired but I was exhausted. I watched the water cascaded down onto the rocks, staining them darker. I itched to jump off the cliff to go for a swim a twist in my stomach has me pausing. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and Victoria turned res

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t belong here Nasia. Just take a look at her. She’s so under dressed and dirty!” I frown. I did shower this morning. “Mother, I’m just…” “Let me finish”, the queen ordered. “I did my research and my findings have proved that this runt here is an omega. The lowliest of lowlifes and you say she has equal right like we do? Have you forgotten what breed she is? Wolves are not tolerated here! The fact that she is still alive doesn’t man that she is in any way welcome. And shouldn’t you be punishing her instead of encouraging her to walk around like the slut she is and will forever be”.