Novel & Cerita Omega's Opposite

I was determined to help him get a cure. I took one quick glance at Kieran then turn towards the door, only one destination in my mind—the library. Outside, the sun was already up and pack members were already going about their activities. I didn't need to use a taxi or walk for long, the library was just beside the pack house. The memory of how I use to long to enter the library slowly came back to me. In Starweaver, the ranking system only favor the higher ups, omegas are often looked down upon and regarded as nothing. Being an omega in Starweaver is like a leprosy disease, no one wants to associate with you and God help you—when a vile person like Luna Cara takes special interest in seein

“We both know that’s because she doesn’t have her wolf. She’s not like every other werewolf.” My fingers clicked a sound. “Exactly my point.” “But you’re not even giving me a chance with her despite knowing she’s my mate.” “How so? I never stopped or prohibited you from seeing her or bonding with her.” “Is this the smart Alpha talking, or dumbass Thor?” he questioned. “We both know for weak Omega’s like her who doesn’t have their wolves, they naturally latch onto the very strong bond they have access to. They’re just like infants wanting their mother around every chance they have. As long as that strong bond is there, consistent and protective, they mostly can’t let go unless they’re dispell

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

An Omega like this can actually be very dangerous, because the scent can invite lots of Alphas to have sex with her. Her eyes will turn bright blue when she finds her true love, but will turn pitch black when she wants war. The war here is not fighting like the Alphas, the war that Omega is doing is a form of self-protection. They are more intelligent than other Omegas and only Alphas can recognize such Omegas. •••

I get they’re just very worried about me, seeing as I’m their weak Omega friend, but it takes a lot for me not to be offended. I unclasp the final chain from her wrist before I look up to her. “I don’t know either, I was just able to overpower them suddenly.” She stares back at me with a raised brow and then to Lucas, and I know what they’re thinking. An omega overpowering not one but two wolves ranking higher with such ease. Even I can’t seem to wrap my head around it, but it’s a miracle I won’t question. “There’s no time to wonder. We need to get out of here before dumb and dumber realize we’re gone.” I say.

I thought dead people are supposed to know everything that's happening to the living. "Tell me you are joking and you know I can not do what you're asking. I am an Omega wolf, the lowest of the low ranking wolves. I have no respect in the society, I am also very weak and often bullied. How am I supposed to have your power? Are you an Omega too?" I inquired from her.

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.

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel

"Apologies, I was just wondering why the Moon goddess bestowed an omega upon our Alpha." I swallowed and bowed my head in response. "Please, there's no need for that," Elder Thomas scolded them. "In addition to being Alpha's Luna, the moon goddess has given her something that other female werewolves do not possess." "Elder Thomas is right, Elder Samuel." Alpha approached us, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "From now on, she is no longer an Omega. There is no Omega stronger than me, and I believe you feel the same way." I couldn't fathom how he thought I was stronger than him.

“I can’t believe I'm even talking to you.” “I'm just an omega.” My forehead creased. “You’re the only friend I’ve made here. Please don’t judge me. I can be a—” She interrupted me by bursting into laughter. “Relax girl, I’m just kidding. There's one omega without a wolf here and…” she stared at the door before leaning closer to me whisper, “the beta’s mate is also wolfless, she’s cursed.” She pulled back, shrugging. “but nobody cares. You can watch me and Kim run. Kim is also an Omega.”