Omega Peter Parker Novels & Stories

She turned the chair around to face me and sat down. "My name is Sasha Copperman." "Copperman?" I murmured bluntly while nodding. I don't know why. "Yes, Copperman, my family was part of one of the most blessed packs in the whole of Oceania." "I am really sorry to abrupt you during this whole copper thing, but that's not what I asked you. What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?. "

“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?

“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.”

I wore my hoodie and plugged in my earphone. I am Alixa Marionette Claire, 22 years old and currently working as one of the waiters in Ambrosia Restaurant. One of the fanciest restaurants in our pack. I am only doing a part-time job to pay my tuition fee and for my daily necessities. I don’t have a mother or a father, they died when I was still young but I am fine with it, do I have a choice? However, I love being independent. I belong to a pack called Wind Winder Pack, one of the strongest packs in this entire country. Since I am not as privileged as the other werewolf, I am ranked as an omega. The lowest rank that you could ever have in the pack and you have no right to complain about it u

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

When the strike came, she dodged it, and cornered him. Then, suddenly, her claws flared. It wasn't the usual claw, not the type to be hidden. It came out blazing molten silver, big enough for the smallest pup to see from the upper level. The warrior staggered back, shock evident on his face. Then, the little Omega rose, her shoulders rising with her, eyes glowing violet. The crowd erupted in shock. Some were amazed, while others wallowed in unbelief. “Impossible! That's not happening!” Cael hissed in shock also.

"Mate!" And then it happened. My gaze locked onto him as he turned in my direction, a sickening smirk spreading across his face. My mouth dropped in disbelief, and my face went pale. No, not him. Please! Moon Goddess. It was Derek, the future Alpha of our pack. "What are you looking at, freaking Omega?" he sneered, his harsh tone slicing through the air like a knife. I flinched at his words, feeling the weight of humiliation crush down on me.

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

'Except you're not an omega' my wolf whispered in my head. "I'm not an omega?" I asked out loud. That was highly impossible. My mother was an omega. I've had the aura of an omega all my life. Could it be because I was mated to an Alpha? Alpha and omega pairings were quite uncommon. That must be the reason for the strange happenings. I had to get to the library and see if I could find anything. I quickly put on my clothes and left the room not bothering to eat the breakfast set out for me.

He then turned to her and added, "Off you go. I’ve had a good laugh." Hailey hesitated, confusion knitting her brows. Did he truly think she was joking? Beta Ruel began to move toward her, anger twisting his features, but she wasn’t going to let herself be so easily dismissed. She stepped forward before he could reach her and exclaimed, "Do you consider me a joke because I'm an Omega?" Her voice resonated powerfully through the hall, replacing laughter with gasps. She pointed behind her and continued, "Can’t I be your Luna just because I lack the privilege they have? You pride yourself on being a just Alpha, a man who treats all members of his pack equally, but I see now that it’s just talk