Omegaverse Enigma Novels & Stories

I remembered burning the duvet on me. “Why are you still sleeping? Have you forgotten your duty?” My mother asked, still having her cold and serious attitude. “Duty? Am I not dead?” I couldn’t help but ask aloud. “You will be dead if the members find out that as the Omega leader, you are not yet in the welcome ground.” My mother lashed out. “What’s going on?” I asked anxiously. “Wake up, everyone is waiting for you. We have to welcome the Alpha’s son.” My mother said as she walked out of my room.

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.

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.

“The mate bond.” The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.” Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”

The day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned into a worst one for her when she shifted into a beautiful wolf yet the power radiating from it screamed one thing. Omega. She was an omega, a weak wolf. Her whole family turned against her the very day, they all were of higher ranks, her father was an alpha while her mother a beta and it was expected from both siblings to turn into either an alpha or beta but after she shifted as an omega, all the love and attention from her parents turned void.

"But know this, little omega. One way or another, you're going to do what I want. Even if I have to torture it out of you." They head back upstairs, and I'm left alone in the basement again, my body fighting against the magic trying to control me. ‘Moon Goddess bloodline.’ The words echo in my pounding head as the potion burns through my system. What the hell does that even mean? I'm an omega from a perfectly normal pack. My mother never mentioned anything about special bloodlines or goddess ancestry. Neither did my dad before he died. Were they hiding it from me? Or did they even know? And if this bloodline is so powerful, so important, why didn't I know about it until Vanessa threw it in m

The envoy was an omega. Old, silver-haired, with eyes that held centuries of knowledge and absolutely no fear. She walked into the council hall like she owned it. Not with arrogance. With certainty. Her name was Maelis, and she had traveled three weeks through rogue territory alone to sit at a table full of wolves who had never seen an outsider omega treated as an equal. The old guard council members didn't know where to look. Some stared at her silver braid and her travel-worn cloak. Some stared at the table. No one spoke.

The omega shuffled nervously to the side, avoiding my gaze. "Thirty minutes are up," the first rogue growled, his voice a low rumble. "Where's this miracle cure you promised, healer?" I swallowed, the dryness in my throat making it a chore. "Right here." I gestured to the crude wooden table in the center of the room. On it sat three chipped earthenware cups, each filled with the dark, murky concoction I had painstakingly prepared. The scent of bitter herbs and something else, something subtly metallic and dangerous, clung to the air.

I venture into an unknown omegas mind. His mind is pretty scattered and quite disarranged. Good thing I captured a vital point.

I am sure no one will be attracted to me, not even my mate. I mean, just look at me, I am so tiny, my hair is dirty blonde that reaches almost my waist. My eyes are brown and sunken that you can see hollow circles around them. My lips are so thin and just plain always cracked. My nose is just pointed, I always see it's longer than it's supposed to be. In short, there is nothing attractive about me. I am just a filthy Omega.