Omegaverse Ranking Novels & Stories

But he was right. I'm only a werewolf, acting like a lycan princess. I was fortunate to have a mother and father who raised me as part of them. Abandoned at birth, taken and raised by the Lycan Queen, yet I was despised and maltreated by everyone else for being what I was, a common Omega in the midst of lycans.

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

Aleah clutched her cheek in disbelief. "You have no right to talk back to us! You're only your father's child because of your mother's seduction. She used her status as an omega to catch a wealthy man. That's why she chose my husband as her victim," Aunt Melissa said, causing Aleah to clench her fists. Not a day went by in Aleah's life without her father's family reminding her of her mother's sins. She knew they considered her mother to be of low status because she was an omega. In werewolf packs, omegas were the lowest rank, and her mother was one of them.

I'd seen what omegas in the pack looked like so I could picture. Omega wolves were termed so not because they were born the packs' weakest, but because it simply took more time for them to grow into the strength level of those who were born gammas. Gammas were widely called the lowest strength level in the hierarchy of the packs as they were known to dominate young omegas only. An older and experienced born omega was equal to a gamma so they became seen and referred to as that.

And my eyes widened as I remembered the path I had followed chasing Myra down to her mother's home. A sign had stood broken at the behest of it's entrance, with picket fences blackened by moist and dampness. And the sign had read: "Welcome to the Lowlands" "Matters were made worse when the elders realized that the Omegas were said to be stronger than other wolves of the pack..." the boy continued, with his voice steady. "As they were said to be direct descendants of the Moon goddess...made by her own hands, and sculpted in her own image..." he explained. "As she held the mark herself as well..."

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.

“You didn’t have a problem when your lover called you one. If you’re a slave, you must be an omega wolf.” His grey orbs swirled with amusement as they stared into my blue ones. “You don’t look like one, though. They’re more… docile.” The regulars were the weakest rank of true blooded werewolves. They were usually hired as servants to the wealthier higher-ranked werewolves, receiving a modest pay. Omegas, on the other hand, were wolves of tainted blood. Weaker than regulars and they could only shift during a full blood moon. They were rare in our pack but wherever they were found in the werewolf kingdom, they were kept as slaves to the higher ranked werewolves. They served them for life, with

“The mate bond.” The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.” Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”

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.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.