Segel Omega Novels & Stories

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

I picked out an outfit for Will as well, which consisted of black jeans and a burgundy T-shirt. At least one of the things I didn’t have to worry about was getting pregnant. I've been taking contraceptive injections for some time now to prevent that from happening. I did this because I'm an Omega. Omega’s are known to go into heat very easily, and I have been experiencing it ever since I came of age. We are also known to fall pregnant very easily, and our children are usually born with the genes of the mate with the highest rank. Sometimes it happened that the child was born an Omega. When that was the case, they weren't despised, they just didn't get as many perks as someone who had a highe

I couldn’t believe my ears; I was no longer a member of the Silver Moon Pack. This seemed so unrealistic; I couldn’t believe he would go this far just to please my worst enemy. Maybe they had both planned it out, and I was just their key to the biggest farmland and the oldest bungalow in the entire pack. A mere teacher who didn’t worth anything but her resources. A blunt Omega.

I forced myself to look into his eyes and asked my voice hollow And what are these terms? Arguing with him was a waste of time, it was better to accept this. This was my chance to enjoy luxury, I had suffered, abused and kick around by my step mother and step sister. Going back wasn't an option. Besides no one would know that the Alpha's mate was an Omega. If this was the way the moon goddess was going to answer my prayer then so be it. His voice was void of warmth and was so informal as if we were talking about some routine business deal and he leaned back in his chair again.

“Or maybe you just weren't fated to meet your end that night. You are one lucky omega.” Sage leans back in his seat. “Maybe I can help you,” he offers. Alpha Rowan raises an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “Oh, you can?” Sage nods. “I can help you bring in an omega without anyone finding out. You get them pregnant, and there, you have an heir, and I get to stay alive.” Rowan tilts his head, his lips curling up into a smile. “Interesting offer,” he leans his body forward. “But tell me, Sage, shouldn’t you be begging to return home? Instead, you offer to help me. Why is that?”

Calculated. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice flat as steel. She blinked. Whether it was surprise at the question or the way I asked it, I couldn’t say. Her lips parted, then closed again as if she needed a moment to choose the right words. Finally, she spoke. “My name is Selene,” she said, her voice cautious. “I was part of the Silver Claw Pack. An omega. I never shifted. My mother is human—her name is Lilian. My father was a warrior. He… he’s dead.”

Students edged closer. “That’s right,” Selene continued, holding up a folder of papers. “I have the records. Fenrir-sealed reports. She isn’t just an omega. She’s cursed. And now, she’s dragging Kael with her.” Kael lunged forward, but I grabbed his arm. “Kael, wait—” “She’s lying,” he snarled. His eyes blazed silver, his wolf clawing to break through. “I’ll tear her apart—” “Not here,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “If you touch her now, they’ll believe every word.”

“Once poured beneath his pillow and burned at the mark of dawn, it will tether his heart, his will, his wolf. He will never disobey you again.” Selene smiled darkly. “Good. He’s been distracted lately—by her.” The witches fell silent. One tilted her head. “The healer?” “The wretched Omega,” Selene spat. “She reeks of divine interference. Every time he looks at her, I feel the bond fray like thread.” “Then she must be removed,” another witch whispered. “No,” Selene said, her tone colder. “Not yet. Killing her might break something I need intact. But silencing her…” She trailed off, smiling cruelly. “That, I can do.”

Hearing the old patterns named out loud made her skin crawl. “So when you were sent to Rowan,” Selene said, voice flattening, “I told myself you were lucky. That you’d have a court. Silks. That they loved you, and that love meant safety. Because if I let myself believe the alternative, then I had to admit I’d been complicit.” Aria’s fingers curled loosely on the table. “You were older,” she said quietly. “You could have said something.” “And who would have listened?” Selene’s laugh was sharp and short. “You think they’d have called it off because the *lesser* omega objected? They barely heard me when I asked for more tea.”