Omega Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Most of the employees who worked here were from our pack, so that wasn’t surprising. “Adam?!” I yelled over the music. “Is that you?” Adam was an omega in our pack. They are the lowest level in a werewolf pack, but our pack treats everyone equally, no matter their rank. Adam and I were lab partners in tenth grade, then became friends after that.

I was more concerned with finding out I was a werewolf. Gary had told me how werewolves generally kept to themselves. They were proud and noble in their ways. He told me about the leader of the pack, the one he had called Peter. Peter was an Alpha meaning he oversaw the pack. He administrated the pack along side his partner, the Luna. Luna Bianca had been Alpha Peter’s mate and they had a son. Second in charge had been the Beta and then the Gamma. They all lived in what was called a Pack house. Everyone else was an Omega. There were also a group of Elders who oversaw the boundaries and pack laws. I found it all to be fascinating and I wanted to learn more but by the time we had finished talk

Questions came to him like waves, overwhelming his breath, submerging him fully. He was surrounded by unanswered questions and plenty of urgent matters. Amelia and the cub were his utmost priority. Then came Kieth and the mess of the blessed wolf and powerful existence. And at last, was the Scarlett Witch and a bleak possibility of Alpha Drefan. Thinking of the long forgotten name, Steven’s pupils trembled violently. It was this man and his ruthless, unconventional thirst for power that wreaked havoc in their lives.

We got off on the wrong foot, but we worked our way into a better understanding of each other. “It’s okay to be nervous. We all get nervous sometimes.” I doubt that, from what I’ve gathered about him. He’s an Omega, one of the strongest in the rogue pack and he is also the most feared after alpha Dane and so I can’t really see him being nervous about anything. “Thank you, but this is just your way of making me feel better.” I wipe my sweaty palms on my black trousers.

I say . I didn't want to push him to reveal secrets that weren't even his . He nods . " It's better that way . " " But can I at least ask what an omega is ? " As if it wasn't obvious already , my knowledge of the supernatural world is quite limited and I don't even know the most basic things . Ugh . Why didn't dad let my trainers teach me things besides vampirism ? It's ridiculous . Knowledge is power is it not ? " An omega is a wolf who never turned . They're more like humans than wolves honestly . " He shrugs , not seeming to make a big deal out of it .

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

I will be a warrior until the very end. "You will not give her the satisfaction," I mutter to myself as pain joins the fire within my legs. This is it. The moment I have been excited about my whole life. I don't need to think about the pain or the possibility of being too weak. I don't need to think about Logan or Luna Kandace. This is my time. I need to focus on my wolf and what I am going to say to her. I need to make her proud that she has received me even though we were already rejected. I need to make her see that they were wrong. I am Hannah Patterson's daughter. I am Chloe Patterson, the Omega.

“Why do you still call yourself an omega? I mean, I know you were one, but I thought you’d have held yourself in high esteem after Sia made you his concubine but you don’t and I want to know why” I laugh subtly. “Becoming his concubine doesn’t elevate my status in anyway. I still see myself as an omega, because my duties and obligations are still that of an omega. When Sia was injured, I treated his wounds. That’s what an omega does Dogara. They humble themselves before all, serving in silence. They let themselves get walked over, kicked, beaten, humiliated, just to achieve a single goal”. “And what’s your goal Crinka?” “That’s the first time you’re calling me by name”.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.