Omega Peter Novels & Stories

My mate. “Rowan…” My voice broke, the truth spilling out with my tears. “Why are you doing this to me? You know what we are.” His expression hardened instantly. Fury carved deep lines into his face. He yanked his hand from mine like my touch poisoned him. “You think I’d accept this?” His voice dripped venom, each word a dagger. “A wolf-less omega? The murderer of my parents?” He looked over me, every syllable hammering me down. “Don’t fool yourself, Anya.”

Megan put an arm around Owin's neck, bent him forward and ruffled his hair. "Hey! It's new. Don't mess it up," Owin protested, laughing. I laughed along until Megan released Owin and he rushed over to me. "Dove, I'm glad you're alright. I heard about the three rogue Omegas who attacked you." "Oscar's?" Megan came up beside him. Owin nodded. We turned from the ruined tree and moved towards Connie's B&B. Megan wanted to introduce a nice werewoman to Owin but the young werewolf merely grinned and said he'd be better off with a sparring partner. He begged me to convince Megan to drop the idea and we both got scolded by Megan.

For you, for your child, and for every pack in this region. The words hit Elara like a physical blow, and she felt her knees go weak. Moon Omega line. She'd heard whispers of it before, stories told in hushed voices about omegas who were born with power that rivaled even the strongest Alphas, omegas who could heal with a touch, who could command wolves with their voice, who could shift the balance of power with their very existence. But those were just myths, legends meant to give hope to omegas who had none. They weren't real. They couldn't be real.

“Do you now that omegas aren't really that weak. We are the last rnak in the werewolf power hierarchy but we sure do have some benefits. I rolled my eyes, kickin' my feet against a stone on the floors asI snapped on sone trousers. I made my way down the rest of the forest as I ignore the thing aged just said. I wasn't interested in what she was saying. To be very honest, she was speaking shit. And I wasn't buying into it. What stupid use could an omega spirit wolf be of? What? I asked myself for a long while before I finally decided to ask her questions. The corners of my lips pulled into a tight skike as I opened the mind link to send her a question. “What use are you of? Are you strong? Do

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

I want to be the best omega I can be, and when I get my wolf and my mate, if my title changes, I want to be the best I can be then too. My mom always said every wolf matters. Our roles in the pack have meaning, and if they didnt, then they wouldn't exist. Every pack needs an Alpha. Every pack needs a Beta. Every pack needs its warriors and workers. And every pack needs its omegas or caregivers, if you will.

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

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She pulled Jessica behind her and walked out on her own, " Have you said enough? I'm really tired of all your Grade-based discrimination talk. How shameless. " "No one ever seems to doubt the saying that Alpha is by nature the strongest, bravest, smartest, kindest werewolf. Omega is the weakest, most cowardly, stupidest, most vicious werewolf. But I would love to ask you guys, is every Alpha you see in your daily life really that perfect? Is every Omega really that bad? "