Omega Stories Novels & Stories

I blinked, my mind taking a long moment to grasp the dominant weight behind his words. "Every wolf must socialize within the grand pavilion, right? And in the West Coast borders, there are alphas, omegas, and betas alike. Am I supposed to demand that you, the supreme leader of Westline Holdings, cut off all tracking of the outside world?" "But the exact second I smell other male wolves near your skin, my beast demands blood." I widened my grey eyes, my breath catching in my throat. "Whether it is Tyler, Howard Pierce, or other lone wolves I haven't even scented yet, I want to rip the throats out of them all."

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it? A shadow falling over his gaze, Draven wondered... What was this woman?

I ask curiously, not really wanting to talk but already feeling too lazy to read. "They're the ones born into wolf supremacy families, like the alphas and betas. As for the other wolves who are, in a way, the majority, they're omegas, or the impure-blooded ones, as some of the blue bloods like to call them," she says with a disgusted look. "I don't approve of this senseless bullying; we are all children of the moon goddess." "Which division do you belong to?" "Blue blood," she clarifies. "I'm the daughter of the supreme beta, Albert."

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

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

There were luxurious looking pillows all over the bed as well as on the floor, where she assumed people would sit, and a massive, grand-looking wooden chest sat on one side of the right side room. "Excuse me, but why did Vasilios call you omegas?" She asked one of the girls. "Our rank is of omega, my lady." One of the girls replied. Rhiannon gave a blank look," I am sorry I dont understand." "We werewolves have ranks. We are born into it. The Alphas are the leaders, Betas and Thetas are the warriors and serve in other areas, we omegas serve the rest." The girl replied. "So you people are like serfs?"

of course i am I stand slowly, the room goes quiet, they always do. I step towards the board ignoring the low pull in my chest, that tightens when i pass Ronan's table, he smells different today, very sharp, like a storm. I walk to the board turn and face the class. “The question.” I begin keeping my voice neutral, “is not whether Omegas are capable. Capabilities is not what the world used to know as social risk.” A few hums and nods, pass through the rooms. “Leadership and combat roles carry consequences beyond an Omega if something goes wrong. Leadership isn't about fairness, it's about survival. Omegas experience heat cycles, heightened emotional responses, those traits introduce unpredic

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

There was little chance of starting a major fire here, and it was a little more sheltered since there were plenty of trees blocking the wind. Now, she stood on the edge of the water, her palms together and her elbows out, like some sort of yoga pose. Sweat dripped from her hairline as she glared at a book lying on the ground. It was an old copy of The Omega’s Role, which was an outdated take on Alpha and Omega dynamics—it basically advocated that Omegas should be happy to die for their Alphas if the Alpha wanted to brutally murder them. As such, it wasn’t one that we cared about damaging if this went wrong. Ruby glanced at me from the corner of her eye.