Novel & Cerita Omega Wolves

Full of flowers even the leaves of the big tree trunks are so pretty in a mixture of red and brown colors. According to them, they are giant wolves. The wolves of omegas are only as big as Alpha or Beta, which means that the wolves of high ranks are bigger. My family in this place are among the omegas, but Alpha's priority is our bloodline. Especially since according to them my aunt and my mother came from the bloodline of witches.

Thomas’s room was not very large, however, some chairs were useful for everyone to sit on. Kyria then began to read aloud and slowly so that Thomas could understand and tried not to pay attention to Nayssa’s breath beside her: ""The Goddess is the Mother of wolves. She is the creator of all wolves and has always guided her children towards love and harmony. All possessed an extraordinary power, beyond what is seen today. But this was not enough for Mother and she realized that it took two distinct poles for balance to exist. Thus, the first alpha and the first omega were created."

"And they have something no one else has. Nullifying wolves. Bred specifically to resist omega auras. Immune to the calming effect that is your greatest weapon." I pressed my hand to my chest, where the bond web hummed. The omega calm had saved me in the cave, in the pit, on the Conclave platform. It was the one weapon no one else could replicate. And the Frostmarch had bred wolves specifically to counter it. "How long do we have?" I asked. Corvus shrugged. "Months. Maybe weeks. They don't announce themselves. They just arrive. One day the border is quiet. The next day it's on fire."

"Hey Aurora!" I whip around and smile at Cassandra. She was the only wolf who didn't look at me in disgust and was my only friend. She was the daughter of an omega and was classified as one also. An omega was the bottom of the ranking chain in the wolf community but seeing as no one knew what I was, I suppose I was the very bottom in this pack.

“There are 4 classes of wolves that are determined by strength, size, and aura power. The most powerful are Alpha’s. They are the leaders of packs. Next is Beta’s we assist, and a lot of them become guards or soldiers. Next is Gamma’s. They tend to run the pack day to day needs like organising the pack house. Some are even in charge of upholding pack traditions and helping all observe holidays. Finally, there are Omegas. They make up the bulk of the pack and do most of the everyday work like cooking, cleaning, farming, etc” “How do you determine a wolf’s aura power?” Willow asks. “We give off pulses of energy. Do you want to feel it?”. “Yes, please,” all three girls chime at once. I get them

Author’s POV Alpha Xavier’s wolf howled in his head, irritated and annoyed as he spoke. "The black omega you are talking about? She is way cuter than you. I don’t get why you are all so judgmental. Even your Alpha hates wolves from the Woodland pack, especially their Alpha. This whole pack is messed up.” Xavier lamented.

JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.

Neah ‘Is that…’ Nyx murmurs. ‘Are they Wolves?’ She sounded just as confused as I did. We were certain; everyone was. They were supposed to be Hybrids. But two small black Wolves stalk towards the Omega, who is whimpering and crying. “Girls, stop!” Dane plants himself in front of the Omega while I remain glued to the spot. They weren’t even two weeks old but acted like they had been in the world for months. Blood dripped from their faces as their feet stilled. They are quick to bare their teeth and shuffle towards each other, standing shoulder to shoulder. If it weren’t for their eyes, I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.

Caleb stood up, grabbing his staff. "They found us," he hissed. I stood up, my heart racing. I looked into the darkness of the trees. Four wolves emerged. They weren't Council warriors. They were Rogues—large, scarred males with hungry eyes and mangy fur. They didn't have packs. They lived by stealing and killing. "Well, well," the leader growled, shifting into a tall, muscular man with a jagged scar across his throat. "Look what we found. A little omega and an old man."

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.