Omegaverse Bl Series Novels & Stories

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

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 steel door slowly opened. A freezing gust of air swept through the underground facility. Behind it... There was no army. No rows of experimental subjects. No advanced weapons. Instead... A massive command center stretched into the darkness. Hundreds of monitors. Satellite communication systems. Artificial intelligence servers. And at the very center... A glowing digital map of the world. Eve stood before it. A faint smile curved her lips. "Welcome..." "...to Genesis Omega." --- Elsewhere... Inside the monastery's hidden laboratory...

Glass sprayed everywhere. "Down!" Kael roared. He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me toward the floorboard. I curled into a ball, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Return fire!" Kael shouted. Marcus swerved again, hard. The SUV rocked violently. Kael pulled his gun. He leaned out the broken window and fired three shots in rapid succession. *Bang. Bang. Bang.* I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. I was an omega. I was a nobody. People didn't shoot at nobodies.

"Alright, Omega, you first. Drink." The omega’s eyes widened, darting between the cups and the faces of the rogues. He looked terrified. He reached for a cup with a shaking hand, his fingers brushing against the cold earthenware. He hesitated, then, with a gulp, lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. His face contorted for a fleeting moment, then relaxed. "Well?" the brute demanded. The omega coughed, a dry, raspy sound. "It's… it tastes awful. But… I don't feel anything yet. No pain, though."

But neither of them noticed the flash of light in the distance. Or the silent ping on Nova’s terminal. Because love was loud. But danger was always quieter. Every part of her body was telling her to move to grab Cassian and Aria, to burn this place to the ground, to run but her mind needed five more seconds. Five more seconds to confirm what her gut already knew: Riven Vale wasn’t the weapon. He was the blueprint. The screen flickered. A single line of code began to scroll across the monitor. [EXECUTE: SAFEGUARD_PROCEDURE_OMEGA]

I needed to be involved, needed to prove that I could be of use, not just a passive bystander. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, as if trying to gauge whether I was serious or if this was just an impulsive reaction. His gaze flicked around me, as though searching for something, but what? His eyes held a level of intensity that unsettled me, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I had no idea what he was looking for, but I could feel it, deep in my bones, that something was wrong. Something beyond just the explosion. I may just be an omega with the title of being a beta because of Tyrone but I am sure that I can be of use to them.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

She heard him shout before hearing clicking sounds,Mae was a Dominant omega so she had supernatural gifts unlike recessive that don't, recessive only get gifts when they mate with a Dominant alpha,Mae could hear things from far and could smell anything from anywhere,she was like a dog,she could use her nose to track anything and right now her sense of smell was doing too much with the blood stains on her clothes and face,she could also hear her father punching the keypads of his phone, shaking she was frightened at what he would do when he finds her,hot tears dropped from her eyes as she tried to hold herself from sniffing back the tears because any noise she makes will attract her father, s

I turn towards the hallway, and I walk out of the room while I try my hardest to ignore Mike and the bitch. Beta Malcolm stops the car at the local bus station and turns off the engine. “Now, I want you to check in every day, no matter what. I don’t want to have two missing omegas from our pack. I wish you would agree to having someone go along with you. You have no idea how dangerous it is out here, especially for an omega.” I still can’t believe that Beta Malcolm is letting me do this. However, I have a feeling that he didn’t ask Alpha Marcus about this. Well, the alpha doesn’t seem too concerned about a little old omega, even if it is his Beta’s daughter.