Omegaverse Heat Cycle Novels & Stories

That's the biggest bullshit the Omegas didn't deserve to have. Yet some would think that being an Omega is the most powerful thing in the world, that it is also because of our Heat. The Heat only happens to an Omega being who reached his full maturity. Meaning to say, he is ready to mate. He will continue to have it like menstruation to Beta women; but instead of monthly, the Heat often comes unexpectedly. Just like a queen bee releasing its pheromones for its bees to know that they belong to her, an Omega releases his own pheromones that attract the Alphas. A strong scent that can drive anyone, even the Betas, crazy.

"I saw it in one of my visions. Don’t leave his side. It will last for three days, and it happens every month. He’s going to be extremely vulnerable. He’ll be releasing pheromones like crazy, you know it's dangerous for him and his sex drive will be off the charts." "This isn’t normal. What is this heat thing? Why is Aiden going through it all of a sudden?" "Heat is something every Omega experiences. It can be incredibly uncomfortable. Since Aiden is the first Omega to ever exist, there’s nothing right now that can suppress it," Glaciana explained. I massaged my temple, the weight of her words sinking in. "So what do we do? How do we help him?" "Give him what he wants. It will calm down for

The room seemed to tilt for a fraction of a second, the sudden wave of internal heat making my knees tremble inside my heavy hockey pads. I knew that feeling. I had read about it in the medical pamphlets I used to burn in my apartment. It was the unmistakable first cramp of a natural, completely unsuppressed Omega heat cycle.

"The medical team is certain now. You are a true omega." I nodded. We already knew that, or at least suspected it. "And?" "True omega heats are... they are not like typical wolf cycles." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His hands moved restlessly before he settled them on the edge of my bed. His pinky finger brushed against the back of my hand. The contact sent a literal spark through my skin. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Different how?" I asked. My focus was gone. All I could think about was his hand. I wanted to grab it. I wanted to pull him closer until there was no air left between us.

I wanted to be careful with him. “I'm hot, Alex. Please touch me.” Tears slid down his eyes as he pleaded. He looked vulnerable, not like my Aithan. It was then that I realized Marcus was right when he said heat periods brought out the inner child in omegas. “I don't think I can endure it any more. Please touch me,” he rasped as he raised his waist, trying to touch my lower body with his.

And yet, despite all the excitement surrounding the wedding, there was one thing I had forgotten to prepare for—or, more accurately, something that I had been desperately trying not to think about: my heat. I had been managing my cycles for years, always finding ways to minimize the discomfort, the unpredictability, and the vulnerability that came with being an omega. The physical and emotional toll that a heat could take on me was no small thing. It was something every omega experienced, a time when our bodies went into overdrive, craving an alpha's scent, touch, and presence more than anything. It was a primal, instinctive part of us, impossible to ignore or control.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

And inside it, the small pill case she never left home without. It was that time of the month again, when she was supposed to go into heat. But she secretly took pills to suppress it. She'd been taking them since her eighteenth birthday. She had no idea what the heat felt like because of the pills. The heat typically lasted for about three days, and the slick the Omegas produced was irresistible to the Alphas, triggering their rut like a chemical command. Even Omega males went into heat sometimes, and their sexual urges would make them insatiable, sometimes hurting an Alpha female when too lost in the lust.

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it? A shadow falling over his gaze, Draven wondered... What was this woman?