Novel & Cerita Omegaverse Ranking

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

Except you're working there or a royal, being there would sentence you to at least a month in the dungeon. “That doesn't mean you should treat her less of who she is.” Alexander countered. “If her mother wasn't a whore, I bet she wouldn't have been born. Her mother is the reason why Alpha Jarek resents the low ranks.” “That was a rumor.” Alexander protested. “It was the truth. I just hope she bonds with her omega mate just like her and gets the hell out of this place.” Jade rolled her eyes. As they left, they deliberately stepped on where I had mopped clean.

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

And why do they keep chasing me? People in this world are classified into three classes—Alphas, Betas and Omegas. The Alphas are on top of the chain and are considered a superior breed in every aspect. Betas are second in command. Then comes my weak race—Omegas. We are only seen and not heard, treated like breeding machines and sex slaves to Alphas. Only high-class elite Omegas are given respect. Alphas and Omegas have a higher chance of producing a Pure Alpha (someone who inherits all the dominant genes from Alpha); they mate with omegas. Mostly Betas and Alphas get married.

The only way is to continue with my journey. I walk the whole day, my body is tired but my mind and heart persevere, I want a new life away from torture and constant heart break. I also deserve a happy life. Who said that Omegas don't deserve to be happy? Are we created only to be picked on by higher ranked wolves? It needs to stop. I know a lot of us end up dead most of the time due to the torture and physical pain they inflict on us. Who came up with this absurd rule? We are also created the same way they did. We didn't choose to be born this way. But we still deserve to be treated well, I know I deserve that.

Nova’s wolf explains rank systems better than I do. Before I could even respond, my mind was suddenly flooded with two more voices. Nova sounded shocked. Sloane, how in the hell are you pulling both me and my wolf into your head at the same time? My wolf laughed proudly. Because we’re special. Nova’s wolf let out a deep wolfish chuckle. Okay, so let’s explain this properly. According to the Moon Goddess, the ranking system is Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Zeta wolves are rare which are usually war generals, then Omegas, then last are regular-degular pack wolves.

His back alnoe seems so drained. With a sigh, i walked up to him and sat down before giving him a soft pat on his shoulder. He woke out of the daze he was in and looked at me. His eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he was scared out of his life. He should be, concidering the facts that not only is his mate, Lucy, pregnant but also the fact that she is an omega. Omegas are the lowest rank in any pack and they are considered weak. Lucy was never a strong wolf and the fact that she couldn't shift on command made her an easy target to bullies no matter how much my mother tried to protect her.

They had no need for no-furs to continue their bloodlines, though they took them in to perpetuate the lie that they did. Before the catastrophe, Orangelo omegas were desired for breeding above all others because of their strong magic genes. It had not been uncommon for neighboring clans to raid their lands to steal omegas. Fear that raids and wars would become an epidemic after the rest of the continent lost their omegas was grounded in solid logic. Hence the secret of Orangelo omegas became closely guarded.

I hated to admit it, but he actually made sense. “Well, what about the natural omegas? They aren’t threats.” There were two different types of ranks that werewolves went by, the natural rank, which was your goddess given rank. This determined how strong your wolf was. It was possible to uprank or down rank as a natural, but was purely decided by the moon goddess, or something along those lines. The second type of rank was our given rank. This was determined by the pack Alpha. For example, I was naturally a gamma rank, but in the pack I was a family, or in this pack mid family rank.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.