Omega X Profile Mga Nobela at Kwento

I responded, rubbing my frigid hands together. "You were born on March 17, 2002, and you are 19 years old." I nodded again and said yes, but he laughed fiercely before turning to face me. "You're an Omega," he said. "Sl*t." When the wolves heard, they suddenly chuckled, and I bowed in shame. The way he speaks irritates me. I'm still confused about how he got the Dean due to his attitude. I hope he doesn't merely become a dean because of how he treats his students.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

They varied greatly in the strength of their wolf forms. And Omegas… they were, historically, the emotional centers of a pack. Lowest in ranking but highly charismatic, if more susceptible to any given feeling in the moment. They were the bottom of the rung, by nature more submissive. Their wolf forms often small, but quick. This Omega here? He did not seem to fit that archetype. By nature, he shouldn’t have been as tall as he was. Nor as intimidating. Though something in his scent put Elaine at ease. Even her dwindling connection to her own wolf could sense that.

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.

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

I tapped before I could stop myself, and his profile unfolded. On his bio was clearly written omega. He didn’t really have the physique, so I wondered why he flaunted it like it was some badge of honor. I scrolled down his pictures. Something hot and irrational rose in my chest. Who wants pants like this on a shirt like this? And what is that hairstyle? Someone commented on him looking sharp. I flicked my eyes up, wondering if I should get glasses for everyone in the comment box. A more recent one, and Gerard had liked it.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

She might look like an angel with her long curly blonde hair and innocent brown eyes, and almost always pouting lips, but she's a beast in the field and a monster in court. Ian Wilson is the strongest Omega in the pack, and his job is to clean up the Vixon industry's public image. He also takes charge of threats and takes care of any that steps in our way. With messy red hair and piercing blue eyes, he can pose a danger and safety at the same time.

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”