Omegaverse Knot Novels & Stories

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Amoux turned to me but I shook my head at him. 'Leah, are you okay?' I turned to Amoux when he mindlinked me. I forced myself to stand because I was not weak. I'm strong, I'm not just pork omega I'm already weak. 'Yeah! I'm okay, thanks for asking,' I immediately rushed to the two rouges. It's a big suicide because I'm not yet fully-trained in this kind of thing. I won't be a burden to Amoux, I have to help him too. I immediately bit the rouge's neck to remove its head.

“This would never have happened if I had ended that Omega! Instead, I listened to that empty-headed and useless second son of mine! Khalid is no good either… if he’s found another woman, I wouldn’t—” His hands gripped his chest, and the Alpha suddenly fell to the ground, the pain excruciating. He had a strange illness that couldn’t be cured, known only to the Luna and his personal doctor, who was sworn to secrecy. Anytime he panicked or worried too much about something, the pain would hit him, and he would feel like his world was ending before his eyes.

“Knotting is…um, well... it’s um—” Avery wasn’t sure why Ian kept stuttering as she demanded an explanation, but it turns out he was just too embarrassed to say it. “Remember when I said werewolves also have an animalistic part to them? It’s like that. It’s simply the alpha’s, you know… genitals swelling in their mates during copulation to keep their seeds in and thus increase the chance for conception; it can go on for hours, sometimes days. It mostly happens during an alpha's rut, which is the equivalent of an omega’s heat.” Then he went ahead and gave her a textbook definition.

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

Keegan growled. "Yes!" Sammy nodded frantically, his eyes wide. Keegan thrust forward, and Sammy swore he had never felt anything so massive stretching his flesh. He had used his own fingers during his lonely heat cycles, but the Alpha's thick, throbbing pole was a completely different beast—burning hot, engorged with dominant blood, and wrapped in smooth, lethal skin. An omega was built to receive an Alpha's knot, and Sammy's body opened up like a flower under the brutal pressure.

In short, the room was full, and I felt like I was about to pee myself. “Breathe, Aria,” Kael said quietly. “You know we can smell your fear and hear your heartbeat. You are not prey. Remember that. You are not prey.” My back straightened by itself, and I lifted my head to meet the eyes staring at me. Many of their eyes looked wild, as if their beasts were looking through them, and I guessed they were trying to use dominance to test me. Which would never work. Omegas were not part of the normal structure. Our designation stood separately, even though technically we could be seen as the least dominant.

"At least, even if you mark him, there's still a chance he'll be fine after your mark is removed." Coach Joe nodded. "That's what I mean. Alphas generally mark Omegas and perform knotting as part of the reproductive process. But for male Omegas who are clearly unable to conceive, the process is detrimental to both of mentally and physically. That's also what makes life so miserable for male Omegas, because they can't really be considered potential mates."

"Damon! What are you doing?!" He was knotting me?! My mind screamed. How far gone was he? An Alpha shouldn't knot an Omega—not unless they were mated, or at the very least planning to get married. It was an unwritten law of the packs. The chances of pregnancy after a knot jumped to a staggering seventy-five percent. "Relax...Milaya" he whispered against my ear, his voice so low that I didn’t even register the nickname. I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I pushed at his arms. "Damon!"