Omega Summoner Novels & Stories

“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.”

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

Ewww! The moment I stepped back into my room, I felt so drowsy. Quickly I did a light skincare routine and wore a pink nightdress before tucking myself under the purple covers. “My life is perfect…” I whispered before darkness slowly enveloped my world. Then it happened again! Crawling along the grass, I could barely see any form of light or human around but something was missing. I felt it strongly in my bones that I needed to save someone! I called out a few times for help but no one came! As always no one cared about the wolfless omega!

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

He said, his eyes piercing through every fibre of my heart. “Can you just let me go,” I said, struggling to pull my hand from the tight grip of his warriors. Every atom of his stare pierced primal deep inside of me, making me more restless as though contemplating my obligation or returning to the horror I had escaped. “Anything you are cultivating in that skull of yours won't help you in any way,” he said finally. “Just play cool and see what lies ahead. His words felt more suffocating, pressing against my chest. I balled my fists and swallowed the lump in my throat. You're not correct. I am merely an omega. a partner who was turned down. I am not connected to….

"Even with a fat contract on the horizon?" "That's the only reason he'd do it. And let me guess. The Omega Team has been hired to do the vetting, in the person of one Owen Cormier." He gave her his almost grin again. "I knew from the minute I met you what a sharp lady I had."

Orion’s voice came low and heavy and with authority that made my stomach swirl. “Raya.” It was more a growl than a word. My body stiffened before I could stop it. His Alpha power pressed into me, commanding, thick as chains. “Sit down,” he ordered with severity in his voice. My wolf howled, clawing at my insides, surrendering to Orion’s wolf. All the heads bowed, paying respect to the alpha power that oozed out of him.

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined. "Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice." "Umbridge?" "You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.

I will be a warrior until the very end. "You will not give her the satisfaction," I mutter to myself as pain joins the fire within my legs. This is it. The moment I have been excited about my whole life. I don't need to think about the pain or the possibility of being too weak. I don't need to think about Logan or Luna Kandace. This is my time. I need to focus on my wolf and what I am going to say to her. I need to make her proud that she has received me even though we were already rejected. I need to make her see that they were wrong. I am Hannah Patterson's daughter. I am Chloe Patterson, the Omega.