Omega's Opposite Novels & Stories

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

To make it worse, the top doesn't have an ounce of consideration for what pain he's enduring. True. A beta cannot handle an alpha's lust because scientifically, betas and alphas are not sexually compatible. It would only hurt the bottom if such intercourse is forced. It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world.

And for an orphan, being an omega means you would receive a lot of preferential policies, and therefore, your life will be more comfortable. Humans, since primitive times, in order to resist the harshness of nature, have divided themselves into three sexes: alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas take the guidance role, become the leader taking everyone in the right direction. Betas, like worker ants, are the major parts that form the society, appearing in every field of career. Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children.

Be with a wolf? 'Now your little brain is working finally!' She heard her subconscious. "Shh" she softly said. "Shh?" Ash asked looking around. "I'm an Omega, why would an Alpha find any interest in me?" "Omega is just a rank, you are your own wolf, and a very majestic one add that" he said.

Dawn questioned her father, asking, "What did you mean by that?" “I mean, why would Malachi bother chasing an omega woman?” Joseph says with disgust. Dawn arrived, and disbelief washed over everyone at the table; shock reigned supreme. Dawn was distressed by her father's cruel and disrespectful treatment of wolves based on their social standing. The distinction between Alphas and Omegas lies solely in the power that makes Alphas powerful leaders. Omegas, despite their weakness, remain individuals deserving of respect. "That was incredibly rude, Dad. Why did you say that about someone?" Disgust was clear in Dawn's eyes as she asked.

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"

I was abandoned. He lost his wife but I lost my mom, best friend, confidant and my dad. “Oh! How I miss his warm embrace.” I thought sadly. “Cole,I’m weak.” I said to Cole through the mind like. “Amelia! You must not fall asleep. Do anything to distract you from falling asleep. Do you hear me?” Cole said, his voice panicking. “That’s what you get from being an omega.” I thought. Omegas was the weakest link in the werewolf pack.

As I stood outside, peering through the clear window, the world fell silent. I could see my reflection in the glass, and the terrible reality that I am the- I was only an omega, the lowest rank in the werewolf clan. Even though I strive really hard to look my best for the occasion. Even still, being at this gathering was quite difficult for me. I have tan skin; my long long curly hair shines under the sunlight. My blue eyes were as vivid as the sea or skies. Nothing about me is special. I am just a nerd girl.

The way he pretended I didn’t exist unless it was convenient. He never said the words, but I knew I wasn’t wanted. Not that I could have rejected him even if I tried. I was just an omega, and in our world, an omega rejecting an alpha in front of his pack was practically a death sentence. It would be seen as defiance. Treason. They would’ve torn me apart for even trying.