Omega Omega Novels & Stories

"What's your name?" "Mira." "Mira, listen. Omega doesn't mean weak. It means you have a different role in pack dynamics. A different kind of strength. Compassion. Empathy. The ability to hold a pack together emotionally even when everything is falling apart." "That's what they tell us. But it feels like an excuse to keep us powerless." "Then change it. Show them omega can be powerful in ways they don't expect. Be the kind of omega who redefines what that word means."

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."

Her eyes glued to it ever since, not speaking a word. I took a shortcut heading towards Linda’s clothing store. It’s the largest high-class store anyone could find in the city containing the most expensive and elegant pieces of Linda’s designs. All of which surpassed the other companies by sales. Interestingly though, she is an omega. An unusual omega who used to like wandering into the forest alone, without shifting into her wolf.

Even if it means that he has to go to his painfully long sessions with his doctor. An Omega is one of three classifications of humans today. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. The lowest of the hierarchy and the kind of people who belong in the one percent of the whole world population. The kind who experiences what they call “Heat”. Heat is like menstruation to normal Beta women—an indication of full body maturation for pregnancy.

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.

Omegas Tanto varones como hembras, poseen aparatos reproductores femeninos (útero y ovarios), y son perfectamente capaces de concebir siempre y cuando sean fecundados por un alfa y rara vez un beta. Sin embargo, los omega tienen una característica muy importante que son los celos que ocurren cada tres meses y dura tres días aproximadamente (el tiempo varía según los escritores) en los que sus niveles hormonales se disparan y se ven firmemente necesitados de buscar un alfa para "aparearse" con él. Ahí es cuando el lado Omega se libera, necesitan del apareamiento y sus feromonas informan de esto a los alfa o beta cercanos, también es aquí donde su fertilidad aumenta. Los omega, al igual que lo

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.