Pengertian Alpha Beta Omega Novels & Stories

My wolf had given up on me the moment she set her eyes on the Alpha. Those pitch black eyes and jet black hair hanging on his forehead. His stance and appearance alone are enough to make female wolves swoon. Mated or without a mate. And those muscles flexing with every move he makes goes swell with the terrifying aura about him. The moment I realized the Greek God I had given my virginity to was the same notorious alpha who conquered eight of all the ten packs in the United States, my face paled. My blood running cold as I listened to Barrak dictate the list of packs he’s integrated into his pack, calling it the Blood Pack.

Fortunately,Fortunately, there is no alpha in that area. I immediately called a taxi and told the driver where I was going. I closed my eyes and then thought. The Alphas areare given thethe giftgift that they have beautiful faces, bodies, and lives. They are smart and really leader-type, so that's not surprising. Betas are able to live without obstacles because they are not affected by pheromones, but we omegas are not. In the social hierarchy, we omegas are the lowest.

Chapter One Faelen’s POV I woke up feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. Today was the day, the day I would be sent on my mission by Alpha Zodd. It was a rite of passage for every omega in the Belladonna Pack, and I had waited for this moment for three long years. Since my parents had passed away, both in an accident, Alpha Zodd had taken me in, but only as a ward. My omega status meant I lived apart from the Alpha’s estate where only members of the pack with higher status lived. I was made to live with servants and low ranking wolves.

His presence was chilling—controlled and yet dangerous. “Explain what happened,” he said, voice low but resonant. The elder omega—the one who’d insulted my children—straightened up as if he’d been summoned to perform. His voice rang out with faux clarity, “I was merely pointing out that his presence here is unnatural. That male omegas—pregnant male omegas—are strange and confusing to the structure of this pack.” Alpha Matthias’s steps halted. “Strange and confusing,” he repeated slowly, tilting his head. “You called him cursed.”

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

“Article Two: All pups are pack. Orphan, lost, found. No orphan clause. No transfer fees. If a pup has no parents, the pack is parents.” “Article Three: Healing comes before hurting. Always. In war, in peace, in law.” “Article Four,” Alaric adds, “Luna’s word is Alpha’s word. On all matters of pack safety. On all matters of pups.” I look up. “You sure? That’s a lot of power for an omega.” “You struck law with a knife,” he says. “You faced Tormund without flinching. You brought my Beta home. You brought forty three kids home. You’re not an omega. You’re Luna. And Luna rules with Alpha.”

And for an orphan, being an omega means you would receive a lot of preferential policies, and therefore, your life will be more comfortable. Humans, since primitive times, in order to resist the harshness of nature, have divided themselves into three sexes: alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas take the guidance role, become the leader taking everyone in the right direction. Betas, like worker ants, are the major parts that form the society, appearing in every field of career. Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children.

'Except you're not an omega' my wolf whispered in my head. "I'm not an omega?" I asked out loud. That was highly impossible. My mother was an omega. I've had the aura of an omega all my life. Could it be because I was mated to an Alpha? Alpha and omega pairings were quite uncommon. That must be the reason for the strange happenings. I had to get to the library and see if I could find anything. I quickly put on my clothes and left the room not bothering to eat the breakfast set out for me.

The liquid poured into the cup which he brought his lips with a quiet sip. "You should know then to walts around someone else's house." He began, his eyes carelessly gazing towards the farthest wall of the room. Despite his dark words, I detected not the slightest trace or venom within them. "The Omegas here have no rights— you should always refer to me or Alpha. This is his and I's pack house afterall. - Your pack house?" I repeated, lifting a brow. He snickered between a swish of coffee. "Have you forgotten? You're not the only Beta in the family now brother.

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr