Omegaverse Female Alpha Novels & Stories

He stepped forward and glared at Megan, making her shrink back into her pillows. “Lies! Don't go about slandering my daughter out of jealousy!” He yelled at her. Before he finished talking, though, Oliver got up from the bed and stood between Elvira's father and Megan, making sure to block that scary gaze. The eye-to-eye glare of an Alpha has traumatizing effects on Omegas because they are the strongest and Omegas are the weakest. Naturally, Omegas are their submissive mates.

The two alphas locked in place, their bodies inches apart, their hatred for each other a thing to be touched. Stop. Both of you," she commanded, her voice filled with power she did not know she possessed. The alphas all stepped back, even Blaze. A silent command, a fresh authority. "I am not a trophy to be fought over. I am Rhea Mooncrest. I am an Omega. And I will not be controlled," she stated, her eyes scanning them all. Ash's eyes, when they met hers, were no longer filled with just rage. There was a hurt there, a great, crushing sorrow.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

She tilted her head toward him in mock surprise as Claude frowned. “Off-limits? Why?” she purred, her voice smooth, teasing as she slowly flickered her gaze to me. “Can’t I have her? I’ve taken a liking to this woman… and I want her. Can't I have anything I want?” My heart hammered in my chest as I heard her words. She was really Alpha Verya. I had heard of her, who hadn’t? Alpha of the third strongest pack, her reputation was infamous. To put it simply, she was the female version of Claude, Lucien, and Silas.

She trembled in anger as she glanced at her soiled clothes and messy hair. “What are you waiting for?” The guards remained fixed to their position with Lyra staring defiantly at her. “You, who are you? I will report this to the Alpha and all of you will be fired” She pointed at the guards crazily as she whined like a child. Lyra's eyes dimmed in suspicion as she intently stared at the woman's confidence. “What makes you think the Alpha would listen to you?” “Because I am his mate!” “What!? Then how come I have never heard of you?”

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.

1 BEAUTY UNDER THE MOON 4023 - (A new world created more than just two gender, after the relentless experimentation of scientist to give equality to different sexual orientation, now male can give birth, women can impregnate man, 60% of new population are called Beta they are normal without restriction, 30% are called Alpha's they're the one who can rule all gender and are known for being strong, 10% are called Omega that mostly look down, for being the weakest and needs the most protection)

And it was probably the reason I was mated to an Alpha. "So everyone here is an Alpha Female?" I asked. Almost everyone nodded until Luna Andrea spoke. "Except me. I’m an Omega. And my grandfather is human. So it was mind-boggling that I was mated to Caspian." "But it’s also known that once in a while, an Alpha is blessed by the Goddess with an amazing, strong Omega female. So you, my dear, are definitely a wonderful example." Luna Emma explained. "But I’ve never heard of a rogue with an Alpha," Katarina said, but there was no malice in her voice, just plain curiosity.

It should not be a surprise that it would take some time to recoup. Omegas, even when altered and suppressed chemically, were biologically made to respond to Alphas. This is a simple biology, nothing more. She sat at her CommNet station as she connects to the information portal in a try to distract herself. But the moment that her fingers stroked the pad, she keyed in “Ceres House” as a search keyword. It returned no results. Maybe she had just visualized the entire thing. And it was not even feasible for her to look up the Alpha that had paid for the benefit of spanking and fingering her. Without a name or even a position, he was totally anonymous. That was likely intended on his part.

I would have refused because I’m stubborn, but I didn’t want to be naked in front of him any longer. For some reason, I can’t mind-link my pack, my parents, nor my triplet counterparts. My brothers will be going out of their minds with worry. They’ve never been able to deal with me being too far away from them for long periods. No one knows why, and no one can explain it, though it may have something to do with me being their Omerian Alpha. An Omerian is the most powerful female Alpha alive; they’re also incredibly rare. Though my brothers were born Romerian, the male equivalent of an Omerian and should be able to handle things without me, I am the superior Alpha, and they follow me blindly.