Omega Stories Novels & Stories

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

I replied quietly. ‎She blinked in surprise. ‎ ‎“It’s rare for an Omega to survive alone outside a pack,” I continued. “Most of the wolves here are Betas like me.” ‎ ‎A few of the wolves around us lifted their chins proudly as we passed. ‎ ‎“But don’t mistake that,” I added firmly. “Being a Beta doesn’t make us weak. Rogues survive because we’re strong, stronger than most pack wolves.” ‎Seraphina nodded slowly as we walked deeper into the settlement.

Chapter 1: Jeremiah My name is Jeremiah, the only omega wolf in the Blackfrost kingdom. The kingdom mostly consisted of alpha and beta wolves' race. They have accused the omega of treason; that was why the entire omegas were executed or fled. My father, as the leader of the Omega race in the Blackfrost Kingdom, was murdered in the massacre along with my relatives. But strangely, they let me live for an unknown reason.

Then, in the rain, she strips. Victor knows what's coming, frozen to the spot, unable to run or look away. The Omega screams in pain, voice lowering to a register fit for an animal. It's pure agony in her glowing sapphire eyes as her bones snap, wet and fleshy, white hair sprouting over the whole of her bodice, as she gets on all fours. Her Wolf is the same as Victor's, large, primordial, ferocious. The Alpha's ten seconds are up.

The entire hall went dead silent in shock. "The scent you all must smell on my stepsister belongs to me. Cathy is carrying my pup, and under the decree of the Moon Goddess, she is my fated mate and your new Luna." There were gasps of shock, whispers of taboo, and sudden restless shifts among the older ranks. Suddenly, Elder Brandon—an arrogant, middle-aged wolf who had two young omega wives—stepped out of the crowd, his face twisted in sneering disbelief.

Some of the pack warriors found me and brought me to the Alpha and Luna. Rogues are wolves that no longer have a pack or they broke pack laws and got banished. They smell horrible like garbage and look sickly, the longer they are without a pack the more there wolf side takes over becoming feral. Since my parents were omegas that made me one. an omega is basically at the bottom of the totem pole. We are just seen as maids, meant to cook and clean for the pack house. But honestly I always got treated worse than an omega. I don't know why, or what I did but the Alpha and Luna started really punishing me when I turned 5.

'Except you're not an omega' my wolf whispered in my head. "I'm not an omega?" I asked out loud. That was highly impossible. My mother was an omega. I've had the aura of an omega all my life. Could it be because I was mated to an Alpha? Alpha and omega pairings were quite uncommon. That must be the reason for the strange happenings. I had to get to the library and see if I could find anything. I quickly put on my clothes and left the room not bothering to eat the breakfast set out for me.

I didn't want to give the impression of a lazy worker. “No you can't.” The woman debunks. Great. “Just yesterday, you were rushed in here because you were exposed to raw wolfsbane.* She read a long parchment. “You shouldn't be able to function properly after what happened to you last night again.” She remarked, facing me again. “But I feel okay,” I retorted. “That's what is getting me confused. As an omega…” she mused to herself, rubbing her chin. I know some strange healer theory was going on in her mind right now.

One of them, a tall warrior with dark curls, steps forward and says softly, “Luna, these are for you. The pack wanted to thank you for being here… for existing.” My breath catches. “For existing?” He nods. “You are the first and only woman among us since the beginning of the punishment . The Goddess blessed us through you. You brought warmth where there was only duty.” Another omega steps closer, offering a simple string bracelet made from polished stones. “We made this together. It’s not much, but we wanted you to have something from us.” I stare at the gifts — the bright fruit, the fresh honey, the trembling sincerity in their hands — and I can’t speak for a long moment. “You didn’t have t

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”