Omega Stories Novels & Stories

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

The resemblance of the wolf to Odessa was uncanny and frightening. “I'm as clueless as you,” Aria replied through their link. “Let's find out what it says,” she continued curiously. Odessa nodded, her curiosity piqued. She read the words under the picture aloud. “The Silver Wolves. An ancient race of werewolves blessed by the Moon Goddess, born with the ancient power of rebirth. They are everlasting.” Odessa paused at this part, remembering when she was killed by Emma and Lucas.

With Leo around, nobody wanted to come near Rolph but Rolph didn't notice until it was almost too late. Then there were the novels. Stories about werewolves mating. Stories about Alphas and Omegas. Fantasies called Omegaverse. Where the characters are humans but with wolves attribute. Leo was crazy about such books and made him read them. Before he knew it, he was becoming Leo's bitch and Leo was even calling him "My Omega." He wouldn't have minded but something was wrong. They didn't feel right.

I instructed the warrior who answered with a speedy 'yes alpha'. I walked in the direction of the rogue, no longer understanding what to count on when I all of sudden bought a whiff of the stranger. 'An omega? What is it doing outdoor of a pack! They're clearly difficult to find these days' Brax growled. 'And a lady one.... this makes no sense' I spoke back as I walked cautiously in the direction of the rogue. I did not feel threatened however I did not prefer to startle it too badly. ' I understand a bunch of packs who would kill to have a girl omega.... they're the fine breeders and an convenient way to add numbers to the pack' Brax replied.

"The police? They're on his payroll. The media? He owns half of it." "So I'm helpless." "No," I said. "You're vulnerable. There's a difference." I walked around the island until I was standing in front of her. She had to look up at me, but she held her ground. "You need a status that overrides his," I said. "I'm an omega. I have no status." "You do if you belong to a higher Alpha." She narrowed her eyes. "I told you. I'm not a property." "And I told you this is business."

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

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.

he added, and Maya slowly pulled herself to a sitting position. "You know in The Oasis pack, I did not have a fair life. Having to be an omega , struggling with the hates I received, and then suffering physical abuse, emotional abuse down to sexual abuse," she said, pulling her knees together, as she recounted the moments killian had tried to take advantage of her, with tears forming in her eyes.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.