Omega Peter Parker Novels & Stories

He was simply something out of the imagination. The men immediately fell in awe of him, his aura enough to shake them to their bones. The women gaped at him, because they'd never seen anyone more beautiful. It took a while for attention to shift to the woman by his side. Their first thought was that she matched him perfectly. She was easily the most attractive at the event, with her striking silver eyes and pretty face. She looked good there, standing by the Lycan's side, but people soon began to remember her identity. She was an alpha daughter of the Chicago Pack, who somehow managed to be born an omega.

Mom’s a healer. In the pack, there are different ranks. There’s the Alpha, leader of the pack, anpd the Luna, his mate. Then their family. Then the Beta—my dad—second in command. Next is the Gamma, third in command. Then the warriors, who guard the borders. Then hunters, in charge of food. And the healers, who tend to the injured. The lowest rank? Omegas. My rank. Omegas are the weakest werewolves. No strength to guard, no wisdom to heal. And among omegas, I might be the weakest.

Others stared at her with something that almost seemed like admiration. Kane rose up slowly from his seat, with pure and unfiltered malice practically dancing in his eyes. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? You’re nothing, little girl… A wolfless and lowly Omega, still smelling of weakness. Are you thinking your little tantrum makes you strong? It only makes you pathetic.”

Just then, a slap struck my face. “I have been waiting for the last fifteen minutes. How dare you make me wait for you? Can’t you come sooner?” Josh asked. Beside me sat a guy with black hair, red eyes, and a big body. He was the son of our Ironclaw pack’s alpha, meaning he was the heir, the next alpha of our pack. It had been years since we started dating. When I was eighteen, I thought I would be able to shift just like the others, but no, I wasn’t able to. That was when I found out I was cursed, that I would never be able to shift even though I was a member of a werewolf pack.

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

“Upsilon Michael Wolfie, ma'am.” “I’m Omega Anna Warren.” “I know. But I believe we have an unsettled debt.” “What do you mean?” As his stare was now on my body, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What?” “Still feisty as you used to be.” He caught my chin and touched it. “So soft. I want to taste you again.” I immediately jerked myself out of his grasp. “What?! You must be out of your mind. Leave!” “Not yet! Before I get what I want.”

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

They had the same intimidating scowl. Other than that, he was an omega–the Omega, who believed in ‘zero violence’ and wouldn't command a pup not to mention a pack! Similar attributes between him and his father was almost non-existent, and the mutual scowl was like a strand of t Ihread holding a boat ashore from drifting out into the infuriated, blue sea. Six minutes. The interior of the building was quite riveting. On the antiquated walls that extended downwards were obsolete sconces–apparently no longer in use and clinging to the walls like dead, white spiders, left and right.