Omega Personality Female นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Goddess, she was one in a million, and I was lucky to feel the mating pull with her. But the downside? She was a fucking omega. I licked my lower lip, adjusting my pants so my boner wouldn’t be obvious. “Alpha,” My personal assistant, Fin stepped out from the shadows. He had been listening to our conversation, staying hidden so Aria wouldn’t notice his presence. Like I said, she wasn’t like any other wolf. She still had three of the six heightened senses—she could differentiate scents, reject my advances, and snap out of her submissive haze within minutes. All of these proved she was no ordinary woman.

“But I want all the details.” “Agreed. I want all the details from you too.” She responded. They started sparring again and I have to admit; their technique is good. They both are strong and fluid in their movements. They would make decent warriors in addition to weapons handling and nerdy tech stuff. I’m curious to see what kind of wolves they would have too. I don’t think either of these women would get a classification of Omega from the Moon Goddess. I think a warrior status would be fitting for these too.

I mutter as I lower my gaze so I’m looking at her perfectly smooth legs instead of her face, she’s wearing tiny booty shorts from the same material as my leggings; it like she sliced up her leggings until she was sure her ass was on full display. “Oh, the Omega.” I hate how she says my designation; she somehow makes it sound like an insult and although I’m used to the inflection, it still hurts. Yes, I’m an Omega but I can’t change that. “Sapphire?” Another female shouts and jumps out of the room behind the perfect beauty, I look up just intime to see a carbon copy of Sapphire, except this female has brown hair instead of black and green eyes instead of blue. “Holy crap, is this the new char

Chapter 1: The Scent of Awakening The ancient academy halls whispered with centuries of secrets as I hurried through the torchlit corridors, my long cloak doing little to hide the generous curves that had always made me feel both powerful and vulnerable. My name is Elara Voss, an omega in a world where such designations dictated fate, and at twenty-three I had spent years suppressing my nature behind scholarly pursuits and herbal tonics. My body betrayed the truth daily—full breasts that strained against my corseted bodice, wide hips that swayed with unconscious invitation, soft thighs that rubbed together with every step, creating friction that sometimes left me aching.

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

Hidden, silent, and calculating. There's a lot she needs to do. She needed to find a way to get into the Ember pack without looking suspicious and get close to Karl again, and this time, she wouldn’t make the same mistakes. She wouldn’t beg for his love. She wouldn’t fall to her knees and beg for what she had once believed was her destiny. Instead, she would break him. She was no longer the rejected Omega. She was Rey, a powerful witch reborn to destroy everything and everyone who had wronged her.

To make it worse, the top doesn't have an ounce of consideration for what pain he's enduring. True. A beta cannot handle an alpha's lust because scientifically, betas and alphas are not sexually compatible. It would only hurt the bottom if such intercourse is forced. It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world.

"Apologies, I was just wondering why the Moon goddess bestowed an omega upon our Alpha." I swallowed and bowed my head in response. "Please, there's no need for that," Elder Thomas scolded them. "In addition to being Alpha's Luna, the moon goddess has given her something that other female werewolves do not possess." "Elder Thomas is right, Elder Samuel." Alpha approached us, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "From now on, she is no longer an Omega. There is no Omega stronger than me, and I believe you feel the same way." I couldn't fathom how he thought I was stronger than him.

“Witchcraft—” “Villainess—” The word struck like a thrown dagger, cutting straight through the noise. Villainess. Seren’s pulse faltered. The System flickered, words slicing across her vision like smug lightning. [New Identity Confirmed: Villainess Omega.] [Directive Initiated: Rule through fear, desire, or both.] The glowing HUD pulsed bright enough that wolves nearest her actually shielded their eyes, mistaking it for divine fire. Kael’s arm around her waist tightened, his low growl silencing the pack. But the damage was already done—the chant had begun. A chant not for her, but against her.

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.