Omegaverse Ranks Novels & Stories

“The annual ranking will happen two weeks from now. Should I post the threatening members that will step down from their rank?” Axel nodded. “Yes. I heard Liam p*ss*d off a rogue group last week? He’s still a Psi and still has nothing to prove yet he’s already boasting? Include him in the omega list.” “Will do, Alpha.” The Psi rank are subordinates or new recruits that still haven’t proved anything, and are still being tested in different lanes of the pack to see where they excel the most. Meanwhile, the Omega rank is the lowest rank and are given the least privileges.

As soon as Matthew was clear of Ezekiel’s sight, he bellowed for a guard. “Guard, bring me an omega girl, this instant ”, Ezekiel yelled. And before the blink of an eye, an innocent, petite girl came marching toward Ezekiel, “I enjoy watching you cower in fear, Kneel in front of me”, Ezekiel commanded, and she did just that. Omegas are the weakest and lowest rank of wolves. They are often used as servants. “You are so weak, I doubt if you will be able to handle it. Take it in”, Ezekiel commanded. She took his hard cock in his mouth, and he growled in pleasure. He pushed her head back and forth, enjoying the warmth of her mouth.

I'll find it later," I mutter. First, I need to unpack. Maybe meet whoever I'm stuck living with for the semester. Hopefully she's quiet, because I don't feel like socializing right now. Or ever, really. Omega housing is exactly what it sounds like: omegas packed together like an over-scented sorority. The mated ones get suites with their packs. The rest of us? We get crammed into what's left. The ones without marks. The ones without a place. The ones nobody wants.

Once they reached their prime age of 13 they will then shift on their wolves. Omegas The lowest of the low rank. Contrary to popular belief Omegas are not given to the weakest link but they are given as a punishment to those who are troublesome and disrespectful. It is mostly given to newly shifted wolves cause they are still struggling with their animalistic urges.

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.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

To prevent anything from happening to Trevor, Max had asked Adrien to only provide Betas for Trevor's security, thinking that it might be too risky if they were Alphas and even more so if they were Omegas, but in hindsight, maybe he should have just used Alphas after all as they were the most loyal. It didn't take Maxime, Simon, and Maxwell long to reach Simon's base. All the way to the base, Maxwell and Maxime were nervous. Maxwell knew how cruel his husband could be when it came to his family, he was a strong Omega and had never let anyone tell him otherwise. He had made a name for himself in the country's army and was now a retired general.

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..."

“Where I come from… Omegas like me didn’t have it easy.” Cassian’s gaze sharpens. “How hard?” I pick at the edge of my plate, struggling for words. “We were the lowest. Always last. No one listened, no one cared. Weak Omegas were… used, sometimes worse. Even where I come from, some women were treated badly.” My voice trembles, but I force myself to go on. “Not like in the dream, not as much, but still. Too many suffered.” Elias leans back, eyes dark with thought. “Even in another world, history repeats itself.”

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”