Omegaverse Female Alpha Novelas e Histórias

She eagerly showed her own gum line with its holes, crying out: "I use my wolf fangs every day to craft stones. I finally managed to create a Beta enhancement stone after so much effort. Emma, I know you're talented, and I've always been mediocre, but you can't just steal the stone I poured my heart and soul into..." She angrily confronted me, her entire body radiating Alpha energy. Under the influence of the moon stone I had crafted, her Alpha aura was so potent that the entire pack knelt in submission. Everyone present was furious on behalf of the new Alpha, calling me a jealous schemer who couldn't stand to see others succeed.

“I don’t care if you’re a guest. I’m not the kind of alpha who’s interested in omegas.” Humiliated, Marcus hurried away. Valerian climbed into his car, muttering under his breath. “Shameless omegas.” He was about to start the engine when the tangerine scent from the office flashed in his mind. Suddenly, fragments of a memory surfaced—eight years ago, a hotel room, his rut hitting hard, and a woman. An omega. He’d claimed her over and over, knotted her, and bitten her neck. His eyes widened in shock. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Did I bond with a female omega eight years ago?”

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

I went back to my office, lowering myself to the seat, and I opened the laptop in front of me, going through all the mail I had. Some alpha had begun to send their replies, and most of them were positive replies, while some were still stuck in their misogynistic ways and refused to come to the fact that a female had become the alpha and may be their partner. But that was fine for me; I wasn’t ready to work with anyone whose values don’t align with mine. We have to at least be on the same page to form meaningful relationships. Some of the alphas have requested physical meetings to discuss more of the opportunity, and I had penciled down a time I would be free to make such rounds.

He hisses, grabbing his face as he winces. “Fucking Alphas,” I grit out. “You dogs, can’t you see you’re choking her with your damn pheromones?” I turn to the girl, crouching slightly. “What were you thinking, following an Alpha in rut? He's clearly gone mad.” She responds with a sob, scrambling to gather her clothes before rushing out of the bathroom. How could Omegas be so reckless? She's not even in heat, yet she's offering herself as a sacrifice to a monster.

Most omegas are lucky they got away with the clothes on their back. Wren piqued my interest. Maybe she came from a wealthy pack which she did, but nothing shocked me more when she eventually confessed she was the fated mate of her Alpha Supreme. Not just any Alpha Supreme, but Alpha Valen. A notorious Alpha is known for his wealth, bad attitude, and aggressive behavior.

In a few days, they would die of dehydration or starvation if they didn't wander aimlessly across a bridge first. Much less common, at least in the days after the cataclysm, were alpha mutations. This only occurred in a small subset of the male population. Alphas are hideous, hyper-masculine beasts, their bodies bloated with muscle and their minds inflamed with a terrifying desire for carnage and violence. And mating. Which brings us to the third and rarest of all mutant forms - omegas. This mutation occurred only among the female population. Poor women who carried this mutation immediately entered a state of intense reproductive receptivity known as estrus.

A new way to climb on top without actually climbing. Omegas being shields. Omegas being the Alpha’s construction builders. Omegas being…sex slaves. Well the latter is not new to me considering we’ve been through worse, but… ‘Being it an actual title? Alpha’s Pet? Seriously?!’ I can only pray to the Moon Goddess that our pussy would survive for at least a day if one of us is even hired.

I'm not supposed to be restless because of a mere Omega. I have had the opportunity to see over a thousand Powerful and influential women; Alphas, Betas, Princesses and Gammas. The women are the ones who throws themselves at me. The women are the one who pleads desperately, saying 'Please fuck me, Alpha Creed. I just want to have the honour of sharing a part of you.'

“And your opinion no longer counts as far as I'm concerned.” That made her burst into a wild fit of laughter immediately. “Oh, please. You? An Alpha’s daughter? Don’t insult my intelligence, Mira. I remember exactly what you are… You’re the whelp of a pathetic omega who scrubbed our floors until she dropped dead like the dog she was. You want to erase that? You can’t. You’ll never be more than that.” Her words cut deep, striking at my very core, but instead of shrinking back like I once would have, something within me rose up and stood firm against them.