Omegaverse Ranking Novels & Stories

self-esteem. Omega’s were the lowest rank for wolves, well other than humans, which were lower. Our ranks were as followed: Pack Alpha’s (like my father) and their Luna’s (like my mother) were at the top, Alphas (such as myself or my brother who are of Alpha Blood), Pack Betas (Pack Alphas second in command or right-hand man), Betas (offspring of Pack Betas or those of Beta Blood), Gammas (Luna’s personal bodyguard, these were usually chosen, regardless of rank), Deltas, and Omegas. Although Deltas and Omegas were at the bottom of our ranks, it does not mean that they do not hold and important position in the pack. As my father had once explained it to me, Deltas and Omegas’ role in the

Making her mine? Not interested. That's why I need to figure out what's going on with Jacek. Alphas and betas typically share omegas—it's instinct. Keeps the pack balanced. Keeps us from turning on each other and lets us focus on keeping our neutrals safe instead of fighting over mates. But Jacek's never even looked twice at any of the omegas I've brought back. Not that he's a virgin or anything, at least I don't think he is. He had a girlfriend back in high school—until she fucked him over.

He smiled back at me, his posture straightening with pride. "Cole is the warrior, the Delta of Deltas," Bell said, and I glanced at Cole, who gave me a nervous look. I smiled at him, and his nervousness seemed to melt away as he smiled back. "We also have Omegas, the lowest rank in werewolf society. But even they are far more powerful than an ordinary human," Bell explained. "Could you survive a gunshot?" I asked, catching her off guard. "What—" "Or how about a nuclear bomb? A tank? A machine gun? I mean, we humans, we’ve got these weapons, you know," I finished with an awkward laugh. For the second time, they all stared at me like I had sprouted horns.

“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.”

I can't even move because he has let out his Alpha Aura fully. I can barely breathe. I knew he was a powerful Alpha. Of course he was. It's only at this moment I realize he has been restraining himself in front of me. An Alpha subdues his people naturally, but our wolves can resist Alphas to a certain point, depending on how strong our wolf is. But not Omegas. We don't have a wolf and we have nothing to resist an Alpha's aura when they inflict that kind of domination on us. That's why Omegas are the lowest rank.

"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.

“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?”

“After the betas, comes the Thetas. The fine warriors with the most elite training I can offer. They are just like betas, but they don't deal with the pack administration, so I have given them a separate rank. They are in charge of security and training the younger members of the pack. After that, there are the omegas, which I am sure you know make up the large majority of the pack.” He paused. “The ranks are fluid. That is, people can rise in rank. Once they have proven their worth. We have many young wolves who are trying to establish themselves, they want to learn how to fight and protect. The ranking is a measure of physical prowess. My mother believed that everyone has diff talents. So

That's why they were werewolves- Good healing ability, depending on the rank of their wolf. Omegas healed slower while Gamma wolves healed almost as well as the Beta wolves. Mel and Rolandro were Beta wolves. If either of them could get a good ranking and score in the forthcoming competition, then he would be upgraded to an Alpha wolf. "It's unexpected that you can make us crash against our will. You'd make a good warrior, miss Lavana." one of them said. "I... Thank you...."

JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.