Romans & histoires Omegaverse Romance

The memory made my chest tighten. “Rule three,” Roxie continued, her tone sharpening. “Hierarchy here is simple. You’re at the bottom.” Heat crawled up my neck, humiliation sinking deep. Bottom. Even though I was supposed to be his bride—his mate, in ways he refused to acknowledge. Even though an entire ceremony had been performed to hand me over like an offering. Roxie slowed just enough to glance back at me, expression bored. “No challenging anyone. Omega, Warrior, Gamma—anyone outranks you.”

Omega. Yet not just any Omega scent. Omegas usually smelled soft and nurturing, like spring rivers or a warm night’s embrace. But this scent held something deeper—a fracture, a wound buried under silence. There was a sense of isolation. Like someone who had been broken but still stood tall. Was she a Rogue? I glanced at Alera, seated beside me, eyes fixed forward, fingers twirling her pen. Did she feel it too? That invisible pull, that tightening bond I couldn't break free from.

The pain was so sudden, so intense, that I couldn't stifle my cry as I fell back onto the mattress. The other omegas glanced in my direction before quickly looking away. One gave me a small, sympathetic smile, but I didn't return it. What was the point? Friendship was a luxury I couldn't afford, especially not with people who would eventually leave me behind. I dozed fitfully until the room emptied, grateful that nobody would witness what was coming next. As a natural omega, the full moon affected me differently than the others. Where most wolves felt strength and vitality, I felt... everything. Pain became agony. The slightest touch against my skin sent shockwaves of sensation through my bo

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

River wasted no time settling in the chair and then leaned against Noah as he happily chewed on his cookie. Noah looked over at River and a warmth spread through him when he realized how different this Omega was from ones like himself. River is exactly what an omega is supposed to be. One who has never experienced rape, or sexual abuse. One who has never been mentally and physically abused. River is an omega who has known nothing but love, family, and friendships, aside from the hardship he endured when his pack was destroyed and being on the run for the past 5 years. But even during those 5 years, he still had love and a family connection with his little pack that kept him safe. He's everyt

"We need to get Maggie back, Alpha Jase is a brute and only wants Omega's for breeding purposes." "Thank god for your survillience system" Zev mumbles. Yes, we knew where she was but my head was swimming on what could be happening to Maggie now. Alpha Jase had been through a lot of trained Omegas. No one ever mentioned why he kept buying more but I knew exactly what had happened. Everytime he got himself a new Omega, he failed to take into account that mating with an Omega who is not destined can be very dangerous and potentially fatal for the Omega. He refused to allow them to drink his blood, to bind them together, so when he mated with them, unfortunately they had died through not being a

“I am booking you a room with the prettiest available beta. Or should I change that to an omega?” My palm itched to smack the smug look from his face. “Do whatever you want.” “One omega coming right up.” I glared at him. He chuckled. “I’m kidding, geez. No, wonder you’re in this problem. So strict. You should relax every once in a while. Being with an omega will provide you with a whole new experience. How about we start with a recessive omega? If you don’t like it, then I’ll give up. I won’t ever mention omegas to you ever again.”

A WEREWOLF'S PRINT written by 131subin -xx- AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is an A/O verse within a werewolf trope whereas humans have two genders: main or primary gender is the male/female, and the sub-gender or secondary gender is the alpha/omega (A/O). If you are not familiar with omegaverse, I suggest you look it up before you proceed on reading the story as the sub-gender traits might confuse you. The sub-gender plays vital roles and implications on all major characters in this book. (If you are familiar with omegaverse, you can skip this part and proceed with prologue.)

all leading to zero. "Rose... Rose?" I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard his voice. The way he said my name... it sent involuntary shivers through my spine. "Yes?" "Why are you so silent? Okay, let me introduce myself properly. I am an Omega from a rogue pack. I come from a-" I cut him off saying, "I don't need your life story here. We have a problem on our hands." He looked at me confused, "What problem?" I sighed and leaned forward, bringing my face closer to his, "I don't have a mate, especially not an omega mate."

he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!