Omega's Opposite Novels & Stories

He yelled at her, kicking her off his feet. He looked at me with another expression I couldn't put a finger to. "Gwen, do you also believe this nonsense uttered from this mere omega? That can't be true, right? You don't believe that Nora would order such a cruel act on you?” He asked me, literally begging me with his eyes to be on his side.

That’s the worst part—it's like they want me to suffer for something that wasn't even my fault to begin with. I just turned eighteen for Christ sake! I wasn't the one that rejected him, he was the one that rejected me. Why?! Why!? Because I'm apparently, I'm not Luna material. Spoiler alert, I've been omega all my life. How can an omega from birth suddenly be Luna material? Define Luna material! “She’s not even that pretty.” Another girl says and I hear Elara's faint chuckle. “She’s… sweet, I guess," she says, "but the Alpha needs power. Not some soft-hearted little Omega.”

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

I rushed to Carla and hugged her. She was sobbing. "S-spare me." I touched her shoulder, but my fingers were trembling. I understood her feelings. Omegas like us, born at the lowest rank of werewolves, are not strong enough to fight and can only rely on others' protection when an attack like this happens. And it's so tiring. "They're dead," I whispered to her. Theo stepped around us, creating a protective barrier around us. "They're dead." The sound of footsteps alerted me, and I stood up instantly.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

But in this darkness, Madame Maggie emerged as a beacon of hope, lately she has been secretly nourishing me with meals free of wolfsbane, risking her own safety for my well-being. School was my only respite but now am done with it, yet even there, Myra, Alpha Lowell's daughter, ensured my misery. A troublemaker and bully, she took delight in tormenting me both in the classroom and within the pack house walls. And then there was Luna Desi, Alpha Lowell's mate, whose very gaze could petrify. She was a force not to be trifled with, ensuring that I remained in the shadow of the label 'worthless omega.' So the ball wasn't just only about finding a mate to me; it's about breaking free from the ch

Finally, the sky responded—an arc of lightning crackled above, illuminating her form. The elements circled her, raw and chaotic. But then came the test. Aligning them with the beast inside her. Her wolf surged forward, muscles tightening, eyes flashing her unique purple and ocean blue color. The witch in her resisted, preferring order, control, precision. The two halves collided violently, and her body trembled with the strain. Sparks of fire lashed at the ground, a gust of wind exploded outward, and the earth cracked beneath her feet.

I am not fully either and I think that people don’t often think about how Omegas can be both at the same time. “Oh! Little Omega, I see what you mean, even if my grandson hasn’t caught on, yet,” Marrianna says with a wink. “I’m the same way, only I am the Alpha so, it is the reverse of what you are suggesting. I just don’t always show it outwardly.” I know my expression is a wide “O” right now with eyes as wide and round as my mouth.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

"What's your name?" "Mira." "Mira, listen. Omega doesn't mean weak. It means you have a different role in pack dynamics. A different kind of strength. Compassion. Empathy. The ability to hold a pack together emotionally even when everything is falling apart." "That's what they tell us. But it feels like an excuse to keep us powerless." "Then change it. Show them omega can be powerful in ways they don't expect. Be the kind of omega who redefines what that word means."