Omegaverse Hierarchy Novels & Stories

Her voice caught Evie's attention but was shortly brushed off as Emily continued speaking. "You see the Manor is located at the foot of the mountain, the sun doesn't usually shine as bright here, and the climate is always dark and gloomy as if it's going to rain. Though, gated on every side. Still, a lot could happen, between one group of trees and the other. We don’t know what lies there. But that’s a story for another day. Every Alpha has one Beta and one Delta that is usually with them. You will know them soon. Then the hierarchy continues: Betas have a few Deltas under them, then Deltas have Gammas, then the Gammas, and everyone else has us the Omegas. Since we are still in the probation

Those were the highest in the hierarchy. Each werewolf was assigned to their work according to their tasks and work according to their power, the Omegas were those werewolves that couldn't shift and they were lesser in the pack, so Darkness had them trained to fight and protect themselves. Darkness was said to be a kind but cold ruler and his father was the former Alpha, while his mother was an Omega werewolf with a mysterious background. That was all Vanilla could get from Greta. She offered Greta a smile back. “I have always found it strange too, but that's just how I have been.”

This was the hierarchy of werewolf society. The Omegas as servants and manual laborers were at the bottom of the food chain and were forced to submit to everyone. He had seen the way they were treated — almost like second class citizens. His own wife, Laura, had been Omega- born and living as a Luna of the pack was a drastic change.

Then I speak. "I understand your concern, Elder Monroe. Change can be unsettling." My voice is steady. Calm. I'm proud of that. "But I assure you, I take my responsibilities as future Luna very seriously." "Do you?" She doesn't look away. Doesn't blink. "Tell me, Ms. West. What do you know about pack hierarchy?" "Alphas lead. Betas advise. Deltas enforce. Gammas support. Omegas... exist." I pause deliberately. "But hierarchy isn't destiny. It's a starting point, not a prison."

“But I really want to understand.” “You are the first student that has ever come to ask me this and for some reason, I feel like I can trust you with this information.” He smiled as he folded his arms. “I'm not allowed to share this with any students, so you have to keep this a secret between me and you if you don't want me to leave my job.” “Of course. Thank you so much.” I smiled back as he sat on the edge of a desk. “The fourth classification is called the Apex Omegas. They are the rarest kind. Strong enough to challenge Alphas, and wise enough to calm even the most feral wolves. But they grew arrogant, believing themselves to be equal or superior to Alphas.

The last piece of the puzzle, the ending sonata, the rising fall; the fourth, the fifth, the thorned rose and the beautiful ugliness of it all. In one person, and one person alone. Yet now she was unwell... And it would sound plausible to consider that sickness ran in the family roots, but no. Every problem she has ever faced was always external… Not her fault or will. Not her intention. Either beyond her own control or just others' mistakes pinned on her. But that's why she was who she was of course… A cursed one… An Omega... A member of a people who constantly suffer nothing but conflicts and wars and pestilence and famine in an unhinged continuity, and bargain with winter in almost every

Breathe slightly, I don’t know if I’m just mimicking, but sadness seems to pass through his eyes. "Okay, you will know all about what you're asking." He adjusted his seat, also looked away before starting to speak. "Let start about the werewolf packs or ranks in their kingdom." I saw his Adam's apple wave several times before continuing his speech. "Omegas, it was the lowest rank in the werewolf pack kingdom. They are the one that's only responsible in doing work around. They also known as the servants, in human world, they are the one we considered as maids." I just stared at him as he spoke, several times or secretly shook my head because what was on my mind was every part of his face.

Such offspring were destined to be omegas, the lowest and weakest tier within the werewolf hierarchy. The very notion that the pups of three alpha werewolves, heirs to a lineage of Alphas, could be omegas was a profound insult to our history. We were the last of our line, and the prospect of our offspring being omegas plunged me into an anguish I could scarcely bear. I had to step away, to find a moment's respite.

“For rejected trash?” “Not your business.” “Is when father judges.” Eyes flashed. “Why ditch your daughter for a killer? Traitor?” “Neither.” “Explain.” Demanded. “Murders. Rogue shelter. War on packs?” “No war.” “Haven’t you?” Gestured omegas. “Steal their control. Laws. Submission.” “Good.” Hard final. “Hierarchy rotten. Time to fix.” Laugh broke. Harsh. “You believe it.” Head shake. “One omega changes centuries?”

“They have no fear of anything.” “Every creature has something they fear, Magnus,” Kieransaid with an equally cold smile. “Especially you, Sigma Magnus.” “Sigma?” I asked in surprise. “So, you know me,” Magnus smiled. “I make it a point to know my enemies well,” Kieran said. I looked at Magnus with a renewed interest. A Sigma. The werewolf hierarchy was pretty straight forward. The Alphas were top of the food chain, the Betas were second in command, the Deltas were bred for fighting and warfare, while the bottom feeders were Omegas like me.