Omega Peter 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

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

As we finish up,I rush to get to the Locker room to freshen up, the locker room smells of sweat and metal and little to no pheromones. I keep my head down to get my breathing in check, my heart hasn't stopped racing since the run. The suppressant patch had already worn off from being worn too long, I peel it off slowly. For a moment, I feel relief. my faint omega scent , subtle ,light and clean escapes. An unmistakable omega scent. The kind that doesn't belong to an Alpha. I wave my hand in the air, as if that would do anything to it. That's when the door opens

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

She nodded. "There is another issue," Rome said drawing my attention to him. "What issue?" I asked surprised. He had not mentioned any issue to me. "Her wolf. It's way bigger than a normal omega" My eyes widened. I didn't notice and it didn't feel like I was big. "Big?" "Almost as big as an Alpha" "That's impossible" I voiced out. "Highly impossible. There has never been any case of an omega being big. Are you sure you're an omega?" Samantha asked.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

Drown in facts until my emotions had to stand on a chair and wave to get attention. I opened my laptop, the hinge warm against my knees. The screen reflected back a woman who looked like she hadn’t slept and like she might never again and like she’d fight anyone who tried to write that fact for her. I typed werewolf pack hierarchy into the search bar like I hadn’t spent a week rolling my eyes at shop-gossip words: Beta, Gamma, Omega. Sean had said Omega and I’d thought it was a joke. I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

“AHMMMPP!” Using my tied hands, I used all the strength I have left to push him away. “JERK!” I blurted. He recoiled in disgust when I suddenly spat in his face. I smirked in triumph. He deserves that— PAKK!!! A surge of shock coursed through me as his forceful slap made contact with my face. It felt like my soul just left my body for a few seconds. Alpha Cyrus is the strongest werewolf in the pack and his slap should have killed me by now. He’s not a pack’s leader for no reason. Even his slightest touch could kill someone. So, how am I still fucking alive?

It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves know