Omegaverse Terms Novels & Stories

Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children. In this world, betas account for seventy-five percent of the population, becoming the main forces that constitute society. Then there are alphas with only twenty percent, who are the born leaders playing the top role of the industry. Finally, the extremely rare omegas, which account for only five percent. All sexes can be paired to give birth to the next generation, but there is one thing that makes the AO unique. That's one hundred percent of AO couples generate alphas and omegas, and these children are often extremely elite. In addition, omega can also help alpha solve

"I really don't want to get into this with you right now Mr McConaughey,she just need to take off the bottom that's all,she would use a cloth to cover up,I just need access to her….. would you just trust me and not think I enjoy putting my fingers in every female!" Wade responded,he had obviously had enough even though he couldn't bring himself to blame Mathew for his reaction,it was because he didn't want anybody touching his omega like that he went to study medicine,he intentionally went through gynecology just because of that purpose and he would not say he regret it,if he could he would only be a gynecologist for his mate and a regular doctor for the others. "I'm sorry, just do you,and I

I ran my right hand through my hair as the other stayed in my coat pocket, thinking back to the boys history class. I sighed as I remembered him describing it as a paradox, and how it was likened to two sides of a coin reversed? That they were a curse and a blessing, a symbol of bad and good, dark and light. The end but also the beginning of all good things? He had said they brought great evil, but that evil would only precede a greater good? And that meant that all those Omegas; all those people, families, friends, and future generations killed because they were seen as curses...

I can't be late making breakfast, not again! My name is Theo Marco Rossi. I am 26 years old and I am an Omega slave for the blood moon pack. My life didn't start out this way I had loving parents, two sisters, and friends. All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave.

Caroline's POV In a world where everything natural has something super underneath. There are witches who see your future when you let them. There are wolves who shift effortlessly even without the full moon. There are werewolf hunters who have nine lives… And there is me — I don't have anything ‘super’ in this supernatural world. “The mating ceremony would take place soon and since the alpha is just turning 18, I bet his mate would be one of us since we are royal bloods.” Sienna smiled sheepishly with two ladies walking beside her.

“Never tell anyone that you're Liam's mate!” Only that? “Simple instruction.” I answer, brushing it off. He watches me, probably waiting for a reaction, but too bad for him, he isn't getting any. I'm used to this kind of treatment anyway. After all, I'm an Omega, the lowest of the werewolf ranks ever! He gets off first and I follow after him and we both walk towards the backdoor as Trevor starts explaining to me all sorts of things.

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.

I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something.

“Well, I guess we’re all dying then.” I couldn’t even be mad because he was right. How was I going to fight a goddess? “You think she can’t do it?” Aravelle asked. “I’m her mentor, I know she can’t do it.” “Well, you’re wrong. Lunara wouldn’t choose someone incapable of the situation.” “No offense, Aravelle, but Rohan is right. There’s a reason I’m ranked omega,” I said. Aravelle shook her head. “You’re not an omega, child.”

"Input the protocol bypass code: Alpha-Omega-Six-St-Agnes. Overwrite the internal data node, and clear the variance." My breath caught in my throat. St. Agnes. The name of the orphanage from her file. She was using her own untraceable, personal ghost-code to override a multi-million-dollar Swiss bank ledger, and she was doing it while clearly fighting a massive wave of nausea. Vaneau’s fingers practically flew across the digital keyboard, his face flushing a deep crimson as he entered the data. The red crisis bar on his tablet suddenly flickered, flashing a pristine, automated green.