Omegaverse Delta Novels & Stories

“Because this can’t go wrong. One wrong step, one whisper too loud, and it all comes crashing down. Do you understand?” She nodded emphatically. “I understand. We sow the seeds of doubt. Discreetly. Patiently. Let the wolves do the rest.” “And you start with the ones who already distrust omegas, the ones who cling to tradition,” I instructed, my mind already mapping out names, faces, potential conversation starters. “Then let it filter up to the ranking wolves. Make it seem like their own concerns, their own discoveries.” “And the baby’s father,” Tilda added again, her voice almost gleeful. “That’s the hook. That’s the wedge.”

Except you're working there or a royal, being there would sentence you to at least a month in the dungeon. “That doesn't mean you should treat her less of who she is.” Alexander countered. “If her mother wasn't a whore, I bet she wouldn't have been born. Her mother is the reason why Alpha Jarek resents the low ranks.” “That was a rumor.” Alexander protested. “It was the truth. I just hope she bonds with her omega mate just like her and gets the hell out of this place.” Jade rolled her eyes. As they left, they deliberately stepped on where I had mopped clean.

My head was still aching badly because I also hit my head hard but I couldn’t worry about myself,she was fighting for her life and it was all because of me. I wondered what sort of bad luck this was because it was like she was following me everywhere. First it was the embarrassing scene at school when I tried to help her,then the always eye contact and now this. I just hoped she would be okay and I also heard rumors that she was an omega which means she would have no family,no one for me to reach to. I would have to take this upon myself. I picked up my phone and Checked the time. I had to meet the rival pack as soon as possible.

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Chapter 2. CRIMSON WOODS 7:45 PM The Crimson Pack had just returned from their usual hunt, and almost all the pack members were gathered to feast. As the feast continued a harsh voice can be heard emanating. [In deep Voice] "Wh-what are you doing Omega? Are you feasting with us? How dare you? Don't you know all you weaklings eat are scraps?" The voice demanded answers from Esmeralda who was at the table with them as he towered over her.

In fact, it’s a hospital bed. Liam notes my confusion. “Alpha, you were caught in a blast at Light Paw Village.” And just like that, a backlash of memories from that night washes over me. “Clyde….” I hiss. “He got away?” “Yes, but Helios and two omegas have gone after him.” I palm my head and apply pressure to my temple in an attempt to massage the pain away. Strange, why would Helios bring omegas with him? He is usually very careful with his selection.

Delta Dimitry asks, his voice conveying uneasiness. “He is with Vesper. The monster took her.” Evie screamed, her hands trembling in fear. Delta Dimitry wants to go to Gamma Sevy so badly, but looking at the three Omegas in front of him, he chooses to help them. He changed to his wolf form an eight-foot beauty, but the girls were too shaken to admire his amazing physique. He carried the half-burnt Jolly and ran to the Manor with Evie and Emily on his tail. While running to Citadel Manor, they bumped into Velmont Cavanaugh, but both were in a hurry and could only give a quick glance at one another.

“Three days, all Omegas and Slaves will not be given food, unless the sky showered them with a drink and the clouds will pour them pieces of meat.” Now murmurs began to rise. Not just from the Omegas and Slaves but also from the Healers and Betas and Deltas. Though Deltas are the wolves that possess keen intelligence and elegant appearance, Omegas are the ones who lack most of what the Deltas possess. And Slaves…they are the possessions of the pack. Always forgotten and often remembered, they are treated as dust in the wind. Contrary to Omegas that are still remembered somehow, Slaves are only remembered when the wolves are in need of them greatly.

“The Alphas will demand that we go to war with Jericho. We are not ready to invade.” “Oh please, no one cares about the slug.” “You’re wrong,” I intervene. “They love her.” “No they don’t.” “The Deltas and warriors may not care,” I say, “but the Omegas do.” “So? What are they going to do about it?” “Might I remind you,” Landon says, “that the Omegas outnumber us ten to one. If you lost their beloved Luna, they could rise up against us.” “They wouldn’t dare.” “They will,” I say with a giggle and sip my brandy. "For her, they will."

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.