Novel & Cerita Omega Peter

"Yes, the more we became popular, the more the Alpha become threatened, if we are found then we are killed, we can't be hiding here forever," "Sooner or later, we are going to be found out and we will have our head for it," "Beside, why hide because we are omega, we are wolf too, we never begged the moon goddess to make us omega," "We do not look ugly, we don't have a bad side, in fact we are average, we don't heal fast but we still heal, we are power, my men took down a full squad of betas with injuries and I took down an alpha,"

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

child for a foolish reason. “Do it!” Jeremy barks and Mike’s eyes scrunch close immediately. “Now, what purpose do Omega’s hold, Mike? Since you so blatantly referred to them as ‘scum’,” he asks him, eyes still shut. Mike’s bottom lips quivers and he remains silent, as if with the wrong answer, Jeremy would rip his throat out. “It’s not a trick question, Mike. What do the Omega’s do?” Jeremy asks again, trying to remain calm. “Th-they c-cook, clean, l-laundry..” Mike stammered quietly, wincing after he gave his last word. “Right. They feed us, they clean up after us, they wash our clothes, essentially, they keep the pack running and keep us from being at each others throat. Now im

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

Helios slaps his leg and starts laughing again. “Look at her!” he points me up and down. “She’s so scrawny! And her legs are like twigs! She’ll be taken out before she can even say ‘boo!’” He starts laughing uproariously again. I size him up. He’s not that athletically built; with his short pudgy legs, I am confident I can run rings around him and not break a sweat. He walks up to me and looks at me like how one would look at an insect through a microscope. “Omega,” he says, “I can’t even smell your wolf. Shift for us, I want to see how good you are.”

Today was my 18th birthday. It's a very exciting day for a wolf. Your wolf can recognize their mate. (Most of the time) In my case this won't happen since I still haven't shifted. Nobody in my pack knew expect for my mother and my younger brother. I was the family disgrace which is why I am the packs only omega.

Connor yelled at me. “She…. is…not…dead.. Alpha.” He said amidst the choking. “What?” I released my grip making Luke fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Then what's the bad news?” Connor frowned. Luke stood up from the floor and met my gaze. “She is an Omega, Alpha Ryan.” “What?” “She is an Omega sir,she has lost too much blood and she can't survive.We all know that Omegas are weaker than us on a normal day not to talk of what she has gone through.”

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.