Omegaverse Ranks Novels & Stories

“Two of those three died from injuries afterward.” I feel Rael tense beside me. Dagen crosses his arms. Maddox just looks bored, but I know him too well. He is paying attention to every word. The Beta continues, flipping a page. “Of the survivors, we have ranked them according to strength, survival skills, and adaptability. The highest scoring Omega is Omega 046, Sally. She organized a defense and helped two others survive. Omega 051, Mira ranked second, primarily through solo stealth survival. The lowest-ranked Omegas were those who relied on others to survive or showed cowardice during the rogue attacks.”

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. “I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter.

Then of course after rank one Delta, you have your Beta's then your Alpha's. So you see, I'm all the way down at the bottom. Right next to an Omega. Most packs find us useless. Especially packs like where I came from, or where my mate came from. The bad packs see rank 3 Delta warriors as completely useless. Worse so than an Omega. At least omegas are beautiful. They have the feminine features. Rank 3 Delta warriors don't. We don't look feminine at all, we're the smallest and weakest of the warriors.

“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?”

You see, in the world of werewolves, Omegas are the only ones who can get pregnant by anyone besides their mate. Because of this, they are used for breeding, mostly by Alphas looking for an heir. Things are like this for a reason, and maybe if I tell you the ranking system, you might understand. Ranks from highest to lowest are as follows; Alpha, Beta, and Commander are your highest class. This is followed by the Delta class 1 through 3, with 1 being the highest, and lastly, Omegas. Alphas are all dominant, the rest of the classes, except Omegas, have submissives and dominants. All Omegas are submissive, and only Omegas can get pregnant by someone other than their mate, which is why they're

he roars, and Gavin smirks. "Yup. Hannah Patterson. Our future Luna's mother was a true omega. She killed your warriors one by one. She protected Logan and her daughter. She did succumb to her injuries after finishing them off, but still...Your warriors must have been fucking pathetic. Kandace probably didn't tell you because she didn't want you feeling embarrassed. I mean, three of your pack's best defeated by ONE of our pack's true OMEGAS. Ha, no wonder you want to merge with our pack. We make yours look like fumbling pups," Gavin states while adding a deep laugh. Kincaid immediately shifts and launches at Gavin. Gavin is prepared, so he blocks his neck just in time. But his wolfless body

His trademark smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, effortlessly cool, like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. In their society, secondary genders meant everything. Alpha and Omega, those were just the basics. Each had ranks, each a rung on an unforgiving social ladder. For Alphas, the hierarchy went: Alpha, Prime Alpha, Elite Prime Alpha, Enigma, Elite Enigma, and the rare Elite Prime Enigma. For Omegas: Omega, Prime Omega, Elite Prime Omega, Luna, Elite Luna, and finally Elite Prime Luna. Lunas were considered the top—rulers of the matriarchal system in theory, but in practice, Omegas were often treated like background noise unless they had status. Respect was reserved for

I hated being taken advantage of. Period. Guess what happened to Omegas in my pack? They were taken advantage of by high-ranking werewolves. Now, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Lucky for me, I had an older brother who was an Epsilon, also known as the highest rank below the main chain of command: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Gamma. He was the strongest Epsilon in the pack. Thanks to that, he was able to save me from the evil hands of anyone trying to make my life miserable.

She asked with suspicion lingering in her eyes. “I… I think our Alpha mentioned it.” I lied, rattling out. “He didn’t.” She shook her head. “Well, he just did. Let’s go prepare.” I scurried away from her before she bantered me with questions. I had to be careful of the way I predicted things. The Omegas were the lowest-ranking servants in the pack and we were the ones in charge of organizing the field for Steven’s welcome banquet. I returned to the venue to take a final look at it before the event time, the canopies were in the right place including the chairs, tables, and food sets.