Omegaverse Nesting Novels & Stories

I want to be in my nest. I stumble to the living room, duffel thumping in my wake, and collapse onto the sofa. It’s still in perfect form from last night—blankets in a heap, a wall of mismatched pillows, and tucked beneath it all, the faint, familiar outline of my body, only it seems bigger. Like the short time he was in it with me left a perminant mark. It’s not a real nest, not like the stories say omegas used to build, but it’s close enough: fleece layered on fleece, stitched together with the kind of stubbornness that comes from too many years alone.

Several different blankets and pillows that Xavier and I have used along with shirts and sweatpants that we both worn. I've never seen a nest, I've only heard of them. An Omega's nest isn't something that any one gets to see except for the mate. Once an Omega makes their nest no one's usually allowed in the room. Not only does the dominant mate not like the idea of anyone being around their mate when they're that close to heat but the Omega doesn't like other people near his nest or in their room. Supposedly it taints the scent, they only want to smell their mate and no one else.

Whatever the reason I couldn't stop smiling. Once everything was done, I stood at the edge of bed and roamed my eyes around. It's missing a few key things, including but not limited to: omegas nest—A small little haven the omega wolves construct meticulously with softest blankets and throws along thickest sweaters and most comfortable pillows. We use it during heats, if spending alone, during their most anxious moments, when in need of comfort and finally during pregnancy. Alphas are only allowed in the nest after permitted by their mate as its our sacred place. In the past I avoided building a nest because I wasn't sure if Aiden was going to allow me to stay in the cabin. Not anymore.

By the time he was done they reeked of his scent, his pheromones were all over them. As Brian gets closer, he's in awe at how detailed the nest is. He could see how much effort the little Omega put into his nest. Every little piece seems to be laid perfectly, and precise. The two scarves weren't just thrown in. The Omega woven the scarves throughout his nest. The yellow and pink peeks out every now and then, woven throughout the walls of his beautiful nest.

And a big, beautiful room filled with soft fabrics, soothing colors, cushions, weighted blankets, and the biggest bed I'd ever seen, round, right in the middle and low to the floor. I asked Fleming about the mystery room. “It’s a nesting room. If you're a group with an omega, it's comforting to nest in a big pile with soft blankets and just commune with each other.” “We've never done it,” Tristan says, “But I've seen the tendency in you to nest down into a spot on the couch or in Thorne’s sensory room. It's an Omega trait that may not be getting met for you.” It all looked so soft and beautiful, like the velvet I loved to wear. “You’re right, something about this room really appeals to me.”

Neylan Shit, my skull feels like it will explode from the loud vibration of the bass thudding in the VIP bar. Neon red lights slice straight through the haze of vape smoke and expensive cologne, painting the booth in jagged, bloody streaks. It’s a private buyout, so my teammates are acting like total fucking animals without a single filter. To my left, our starting defenseman throws his head back with a loud roar, his fingers tangled in the hair of the Omega kneeling on the floor between his knees with his dick buried deep in the omega’s throat.

But that would mean… He looked around and sure enough, pillows and blankets piled high around him and the alpha was still extracting him from even more blankets. Kari honestly didn’t even remember pulling everything to him to make a nest. All he knew was that he had been drifting in comfortable oblivion for an indefinite amount of time. But nesting like this usually only happened with bonded omegas where their bodies had a period of time before their heats that allowed them to wait for their alpha to arrive before the onslaught came on. He had never heard of it happening with a non-bonded one.

I wanted to leave but my feet feel so heavy right now. The entire area was enveloped with silence until an old man in a white robe entered inside. The attention of all shifted to him. "Stop! I am glad I made it in time. What is going on here?" his intimidating voice resonated in the crown and resulted in an uproar. The Moon Goddess tilted her mouth to speak. "This is the mating ball and your son has gotten a mate and she is standing next to me!" He gave us a very intimidating look. "This is so damn ridiculous! How come, my son, is fated with a cursed Omega? She has a blood of a witch running through her veins. The last witch alive! They are our mortal enemy!"

However, the desperate cries of the young omegas spur us into action, propelling us forward into the room. Inside, we are met with the sight of two vulnerable young omegas, huddled together on the bed, their tiny bodies trembling as they whimper and cry. In their desperation, they attempt to find solace by suckling on each other. Mindful of their fragile state, we approach them with utmost care, ensuring not to startle them further. As our presence registers, they let out soft whimpers, their fear palpable. Determined to provide comfort, we gingerly climb into their little nest, and to our astonishment, they transform into little wolves.

said the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “N-No! Kill me first before you get Leah from me!” Amoux shouted then tried to stand up but he just fell down. My heart is pounding because of what is happening now. Are these really Alphas? Why do they want me to be Luna? I'm just an omega so why are they competing with me? And Amoux, I have to heal him no matter what. "Let's take them to where we should hide them, leaving no trace because I know that Lycan Hector will find his heir," Rozen punched Amoux so he lost consciousness.