Omega Novels & Stories

The omega felt hot liquid stream down from his head. He helplessly whispered his mate's name again before he slipped into unconsciousness. The beta didn't even look back. _ _ _ Check inline comment

I asked quietly. Kenji gasped. "You know?" I nodded quietly. "Yes. I am an Omega. A rare Omega." "Ah!"

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience. As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Goo. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to Luna, "He is a natural Alpha." "She is helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

But, I don't care. “Damelza,” she replied in a soft voice, making the wolf inside my body squirm comfortably. I smiled, and then I ducked to press my forehead against her. “You are so sweet and beautiful, my Omega.” I re-tightened my arms around her slender waist, pointing my nose at her tiny nose. “What?!” Damelza's startled voice sounded funny, making me smile wittily. Ah… it appears that my Omega needs real evidence from me. I opened the collar of the black shirt I was wearing, revealing my right neck, which displayed a wind vortex sign with a triangle inside.

The city blurred outside the window — cobblestone streets, white buildings, sunlight glinting off marble. After a while, Marco glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “May I ask something personal, Mr. Jay?” Jay raised an eyebrow. “Depends on the question.” Marco chuckled nervously. “Are you… an Alpha or a Beta?” Jay smirked faintly, eyes still on the passing streets. “Neither. I’m an Omega. A dominant one.” Marco blinked, caught off guard. “Ah. I see,” he said with an awkward laugh, eyes darting away. The rest of the drive passed in silence, though Jay could feel the man’s curiosity lingering like static in the air.

The girl asked. "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" Ash asked bitterly. The girl had beauty, especially in front of Alex. "It means that you're an omega. Omegas are weak and shouldn't be lifting things so heavy." Ash closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. Alex, on the other hand, was fuming. He could also feel Ash's distress through their bond, and Alex the wolf was howling and clawing, trying to make his way towards Ash. So Alex wrapped an arm around Ash, who awaited him closer.

" Why would you say that?" " Your drink. It puts you in the mood I think." Shit! Put you in the mood, as in turns you on or what? " I... I don't know. She just gave it to me." Reynold chuckles and nods, his left hand clad with a silver Rolex wrist watch and tattoos, taps on the counter. " I'm Reynold. What's yours?" " Uh..." I clear my throat. " Sasha." I smile at him. I can not believe I almost forgot my cover name.