Omegavers Novels & Stories

“Our family has agreed with the doctors, it is a pheromone blocker, you must take it during contact with Seth.” Maeve's hands trembling, she had heard that pheromone blocker could damage the body. This pheromone blocker is not for consumption by Omegas, instead, it is for Alpha Dominants who have pheromone control problems. If this medicine is taken by Omegas..... “Mom, but this medicine can't be taken by Omega...” That sentence made her mother turn her head, those fierce eyes boring into her, Maeve knew she had done something wrong when her mother approached her with the whip that used to beat her when she was little.

This is a travesty!" Elder Garrick Stonehelm stormed, his voice gritted from the battle. He wobbled a shaking finger at Rhea, who stood with the four Alphas. "She is an Omega! She cannot hold this power. It is against the law. Against nature.".

As soon as she saw her, she ran over to her, practically bouncing with excitement. "Heather, guess what?" she said, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "I just talked to the new chairman, and he said that he might have some opportunities for me to earn some extra money around here!" Heather looked at her in surprise. "Really?" she said. "That's great news!" But then Sabrina's smile faltered a little. "But there's something else," she said, her voice lowering. "He asked if I was a self-supporting student, and I lied and told him that I came from an omega family."

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

They had no need for no-furs to continue their bloodlines, though they took them in to perpetuate the lie that they did. Before the catastrophe, Orangelo omegas were desired for breeding above all others because of their strong magic genes. It had not been uncommon for neighboring clans to raid their lands to steal omegas. Fear that raids and wars would become an epidemic after the rest of the continent lost their omegas was grounded in solid logic. Hence the secret of Orangelo omegas became closely guarded.

The Omega Centre had made Draven sign a contract and later explained to me that if was for my own good, but I wasn't going to tell him that. “Sin.” “I was born an Omega,” I said softly. “It means that—” I started to explain, but he interrupted me. “I know what it means.” A low humourless laugh fell from his lips. “Hell, that alone should be the reason for alphas to be lining up at your door.” “They want a breeding machine,” I whispered. “They don’t want something that’s broken.” “What do you mean?” he asked softly. “Nothing.” Tyrone muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t push for more.

She nods after hesitating for a moment and I lead the kids out the front door. I have decided that they are going to train to be warriors. Who says they have to be completely useless. As omegas, we lack a wolf, yes, but we have other uses that make us special. We have an immunity to the things that would otherwise render a wolf useless. Like wolfsbane and pansy.

“I am just thinking of what my grandmother told me.” “What is it?” He kissed her cheeks as he started to undress her. They were currently in their hotel room for a lunch break and he was so hard that he wanted to have her even during the event. “Omegas.” She said. “It was rare. Her scent was very much different.” She sighed as she thought deeply. “Omegas can have a mate… for mates. But a true mate would truly only give her the best satisfaction. I heard that they were used for breeding. They are more powerful than werewolves… or Lycans.”

- He looked more than surprised. -What only omegas can do, awaken the wolves from madness-

Meg Rubbing my temples, I sat at the desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork and a growing sense of frustration. The omega situation had been on my mind for days now, especially with the recent revelations about their meagre wages and inadequate retirement benefits. The pack had always been my responsibility, but this was more than just a matter of management. It was personal.