Omegavers Novels & Stories

He stepped forward and glared at Megan, making her shrink back into her pillows. “Lies! Don't go about slandering my daughter out of jealousy!” He yelled at her. Before he finished talking, though, Oliver got up from the bed and stood between Elvira's father and Megan, making sure to block that scary gaze. The eye-to-eye glare of an Alpha has traumatizing effects on Omegas because they are the strongest and Omegas are the weakest. Naturally, Omegas are their submissive mates.

Unlike alphas and omegas, betas didn't have ruts or heats, which made their lives simpler and less tied to their instincts. Omegas were rare and precious, valued but also vulnerable because of their biology. Female omegas were gentle and caring, often seen as the heart of the family. But male omegas were even rarer, with delicate beauty and the special ability to bear children. However, omegas went through heats, and these were the times when they became overwhelmed with need and relied on others, especially Alphas to help them.

A minute has not even passed since Lorcan arrived, Luna Savina has already rushed into Raven’s room with her loyal omega servants trailing behind her. The news had already spread so fast through the pack link that Luna Savina had already heard about it. The omegas must have informed her immediately as soon as they saw him carrying Raven unconscious in his arms. The omegas are the weakest bloodline of werewolves. The omegas are so weak that they can only be useful for labor and as servants. Not only that, they are also so weak that they couldn’t fully connect at the pack link. A pack has their own pack link that is exclusive only to members. So as long as you are a member of that pack, you ca

says Luca The food arrives and oh my god it is amazing, the best food I think I have ever tasted am ravenous for some reason as well, since being around the guys weird things have been happening. I am super horny I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks and my eyes glow. So I’m putting it down to finding my mates. Although I haven’t heard of these things happening before. But they said I am Omega, which they aren’t heard of normally. Omega are rare and from what I have heard are meant to be cherished and loved and protected. But I don’t understand how I can be Omega when my parents are of Alpha blood.

She wasn’t all I wanted, but she was worth it. “The omega.” Laura stood up. “Where is that omega?” Laura was furious. For the first time in my life, I saw a wild version of her, and I knew it won’t go well with the omega she was looking for if she gets her hand on her. “She’s nowhere to be found in this palace, ma’am.” An omega standing by the door to the chamber said, with her head lowered. “What did the omega do to my Gova?” I asked, turning to Laura.

_*]:min-w-0"> Omegas weren't supposed to be aggressive. We were supposed to be gentle, understanding, peaceful. _*]:min-w-0"> But right now, I wanted to tear something apart.

Then, the normal pack members who aren't ranked but are still strong and can defend themselves in time of war. But of all this, there is one that is rarely seen. They are called Omegas . People mostly call them pets. And alpha's pride themselves on the number of pets they have. But that's the problem, for omegas only appear in every thousand werewolves, and to be honest, we are not much in number. But if we are talking about the rarely seen type, the male omegas… "Is that thing supposed to be your pet?" I asked, voice laced with disgust. "She looks like she’s one meal away from death. Is your pack starving, matteo? Or have your standards just dropped that low?"

meant there was no use hiding anything anymore. "So long that I can't remember the first time it happened. It has always been a part of me. I've been bullied all my life and so I guess my body just found a way to protect itself." "It's not possible Zach and we both know it. The only explanation for this is crazy considering her current status but–" My eyes fell to the part of her body where the open cut was before. All that was there now was her dried blood. Her pale skin was just like it had never even seen a bruise or burn in its entire life. I was curious as to why an Omega had fast healing particles inside of her. It's a general knowledge that Omegas are the second to the last rank in 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?”

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.