Omni Wolf Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 18 After I am toured around by a very non friendly giant of a man named Davis, I get a good knowledge of the whole park mansion and I also learned my place as an omega. Omegas are the weakest wolves in the wolf cycle, which makes them get targeted by stronger wolves and omegas are the only type of wolves picked as servants, which means they literally run all the shitty errands. And where all shitty errands are being given is where Marcel sends me, I knew he wouldn't

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

someone said. Elders waited inside. The moment I was brought forward, the room reacted. Not with surprise. With recognition. A guard spoke quickly. Efficient. “Found in the lower quarter. No pack marks. Scent of wolf but wrong.” One elder leaned forward. “Wolfless,” he said. This time, the word came with explanation. “Omegas without wolves cannot anchor their energy,” an older man said calmly. “What should bond to their wolf remains in the body.” “Which makes them dangerous,” another added.

“But I really want to understand.” “You are the first student that has ever come to ask me this and for some reason, I feel like I can trust you with this information.” He smiled as he folded his arms. “I'm not allowed to share this with any students, so you have to keep this a secret between me and you if you don't want me to leave my job.” “Of course. Thank you so much.” I smiled back as he sat on the edge of a desk. “The fourth classification is called the Apex Omegas. They are the rarest kind. Strong enough to challenge Alphas, and wise enough to calm even the most feral wolves. But they grew arrogant, believing themselves to be equal or superior to Alphas.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

I asked, my voice shaking from weakness. Aiden leaned a bit closer to the iron bars, his voice dropping even lower. "I know that you are a Kena wolf, the most powerful wolf type in our history, and no one has seen a Kena wolf in a very long time." I stared at him and shook my head, not believing a single word he said because I didn't care if my wolf was powerful or unique anymore. Ever since my wolf awakened, it had done absolutely nothing but make all my problems even worse than they were before.

Her wolf, which was dormant, stirred faintly, pressing against her chest. Omegas occupied the lowest rank in the pack hierarchy, and their wolves reflected that they were below the werewolf stature; some omegas were born with wolves so faint they could barely shift, thin and half-formed things that flickered rather than ran. Others were born with no wolf at all, human in every sense. Either way, the pack read it as confirmation of what they already believed: omegas were lesser not by circumstance but by nature, their weakness written into their blood from birth.

The gray-eyed man turned his attention toward me now. His gaze swept over me carefully, from my worn clothes to the bruises still fading along my arm. His expression darkened. “She’s an omega,” he said. “Yes.” “And wolfless.” Kael didn’t answer that part. The silence stretched. The man studied him carefully before speaking again. “Alpha… this doesn’t make sense.” Kael’s silver eyes flickered briefly toward me before returning to his Beta. “She crossed into our territory tonight,” he said. “By accident?” “No.”

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.