Novel & Cerita Omega Verse Definition

"I still worry I'm not good enough for him. I mean he's a beta. I'm just an Omega." "Hey. Stop. You're not just an Omega. You're a werewolf. Your an amazing person. Status doesn't mean anything. Besides, Steven knows what your old status was and he doesn't care. Allie he is so over the moon about you. I wish you could see yourself the way he sees you. Every time he sees you, his eyes light up." "Really?" She asks, smiling slightly. "Really." I smile back at her. "Hey, you wanna go for a run tonight? I'll show you my secret spot. We can talk and relax under the moon. Maybe clear your mind?"

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

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.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

' I so hate that word! I hate these ranks and statuses. Whoever came up with them must have been biased or kidding! Just because these people are a rank higher than me, they think that they have the liberty to beat me up and treat me as their slave? This is so bad and unacceptable. I hate all of them with every ounce of strength in me! I'm considered an Omega because everyone else's wolves have already shown up at around sixteen, seventeen and eighteen while I'm already twenty one years old and without a wolf. Her, ones wolf is supposed to show up before the age of eighteen where one will definitely meet his or her mate.

"I'll keep training, keep fighting. I'll prove you wrong." Alpha Terry chuckled. "You can keep trying, but you'll never succeed," he said. "In fact, I think it's time we gave you a new position in the pack. From now on, you'll be the omega. You'll be at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, serving the other members and doing whatever they ask of you." Matilda's heart sank. Being an omega was the lowest position in the pack, the one reserved for the weakest and most submissive werewolves. It was a position of servitude, one that no self-respecting werewolf would ever willingly accept.

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

I knew that her influence loomed large over the Council, her words carrying the weight of authority and power. Below the platform, the omegas sat huddled together on a lower tier, their faces etched with sorrow and despair as they watched the proceedings with a mixture of fear and resignation. I could feel their eyes upon me, their silent plea for justice echoing in the depths of my soul. They already looked defeated as if they were on trial but they were not the ones on trial, it was me, Ava, the omega girl who thought he was in love with the Alpha and could change the course of their fate.

“Who the hell are you?” Omega Silas tilted his head, casual. “You mean when I kissed her? Or when she passed out in my arms?” “Say that again,” Alpha Joe growled, stepping forward. “Gladly,” Omega Silas said, calm and deadly. “She doesn’t belong to you. And she never did.” Alpha Joe lunged. Omega Silas didn’t flinch. “Alpha?” He smirked. “I’m an Omega. But I don’t run from mad dogs.”

She knocked twice and then pushed open the door to the room. “ Grans. What brought you here this late? ” The handsome face appeared in my sight. His Obsidian globes slowly moved toward my limp body. Anger and the promise of revenge reflected in his gaze. I smiled at him, showing all my teeth. Satan, come down to save me now. I could only pray to the evil powers. “ I came to deliver your Omega. I met her outside and I approve of her. ” She walked forward and placed both her hands over his broad shoulders but he was busy strangling me with his yummy eyes.