Novel & Cerita Omegaverse Nesting

She thought with a rueful grin. "I'm not nesting," Clary said at the same time that Damon asked what exactly nesting was. "An Omega only nests when they go into heat," she said. She remembered how crazy Jazz had been when she had been nesting when she had met Jordon, she wasn't doing that, was she?

I always went over to cuddle with him when I had this dream, and realizing that I couldn't do that for the next few months till he was out for the break made the tiny house we shared even emptier. I sighed and sat back on the bed. Valerian was my twin, yet we couldn't be more different. We had the same blonde hair, but that was about it. He had an alpha potential, which is a sacred way of knowing which wolves would grow up to be guardians of the pack. I, on the other hand, was an almost wolfless omega.

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

I sigh looking at my medium body. “Packs help each other Alpha, Lucian, today is you and tomorrow might be me.” my father explains. “Thank you, Alpha Aggrey.” He bows in respect. My father nods and smiles slightly. “Bring them inside, Caleb, arrange for everything they will need.” My father commands in his Alpha tone. We walk them inside, they settle at the lounge area, which is big enough to house fifty people. Then we arrange for pack doctors to check them up. Kendrick calls for my mum to arrange some food. I don’t know where my mother finds the food because I am sure the omega is still on the floor. She might even be dead by now because I am sure she will bleed out, after all she is a wea

At the Nest, a giant stone castle built atop a volcano, the three dragons landed. Switching to their bipedal forms Gaz took Lillah down into the steam rooms where the heat would sooth her and help sweat the toxins from her body while Alpha King Keegan and Gamma Darc went to check on the three previously acquired Omegas. Once Lillah was warming in the steam she began to stir.

I said. “The Nest is like a hollow cylinder,” he explained. “I suppose you didn’t notice while clinging to me, but it’s open both above and below. When we leave our chambers, we fly through the nearest opening and exit the Nest that way. If I only need to return to the main hub, I exit from the lower side and take a wide arc outside the Nest—it’s easier on the wings and keeps us from colliding midflight. Lower-ranked demons, on the other hand, must ascend steeply from their openings every time they leave, tiring themselves right from the start.”

I ignored the rapid beating of my heart as they both growled in response to my command. At once, they both lunged at me. I was quick on my feet, dodging their attacks as fast as I could because I knew the truth. I knew that no matter how many people called me their alpha, I was born weak. I was an omega. I couldn’t take two of these wolves on my own. The only thing I had on my side was my speed. “Stand down!” I screamed as I shifted back to my human form. I was plotting my escape, and if I was fast enough, I would make it home before they would get a hold of me.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 Inside the narrow, steel-ribbed corridor of The Nest, the air smelled of old grease, recycled oxygen, and the sharp, medicinal tang of the bio-gel still evaporating from Maya’s skin. The submersible groaned, its hull complaining as it dove deeper into the pressurized trenches of the Channel, away from the prying thermal eyes of any remaining Sterling salvage fleets.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.