Sigma Omegaverse Novels & Stories

Belinda boldly met his gaze. Draven's lips tilted to the side. "You'll have what you want." An hour later, Belinda entered the underground garage of the skyscraper to meet an auburn-haired man leaning on an SUV. He brought down the lit cigarette from his lips as she approached, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Where to mam?" His tone was sarcastic as he pulled open the door to the car's driver seat. Belinda was an omega who had found favor with the boss by spreading her legs—she hardly expected the hard men of the Lycan's mafia to respect her. That said, it would be to her benefit if they at least didn't dislike her.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

Her heart shattered to pieces. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and her assistant entered. Sarah's assistant, Michaela, was older and more experienced than her. She never married because of her Omega bloodline. The segregation of omegas showed that the moon goddess wasn't perfect. How did she make some of her creatures strong and attractive while others had weak blood? Sarah had always believed that society's division into alphas, betas, and omegas was unfair. Alphas, with their strength and dominance, were admired and respected. Betas were valued for their consistency and dependability. Omegas, like Sarah, were frequently dismissed as weak and inferior.

Sage rolls his eyes, then shuts them, and leans his head back against the wall. “I’ve seen many omegas; none of them live to see the next morning. He kills them, but you are the first male omega I have seen in years who has lived this long. How did you escape? It must be hard for you, being forced to become a breeder. Shame you are going to die like the rest of them,” he shakes his head and chuckles. Sage snaps his eyes open, his eyes glaring at the man. “I am not like the other omegas; I am not going to die here like them, so don’t compare me to those brainless omegas who think their only purpose is bearing pups for bloated alphas!”

She growled, the veins on the side of her neck popping out. Then I noticed a mark on her neck. A quarter moon shape. It was familiar because– I had one too. It was the marks given to Omega at birth, to distinguish them from the rest. Hers was barely visible, it seemed she covered it with make up powder. “You are– you are an Omega.”

I pushed away from him, taking two steps backward, he looked hurt, but I didn’t care. He stared at me for a long moment with stormy eyes, then he did the last thing I expected him to do. He sank down—knee by knee, until he knelt right there on the dining hall floor in front of everyone. The night Alpha Damian Blackthorn was on his knees for a broken omega witch. Gasps echoed around us like gunfire. I stopped breathing.

Over time, their hair, skin and the iris of their eyes lose color. With pigmentation that even turns them into blond, pale beings with colourless eyes, in which they smell like baby powder. Once initiated, this becomes a society formed and cantered by Omega, they keep a ceramic jar where his heart was placed after being removed. The Sunset and its counterpart the Absent World, which is a timeless realm where the dead reunite with their loved ones for all eternity. The Omegas, who are a malevolent mystical figure, intend to extinguish vampires because of a grudge against the Scribe Virgin. They exist in a timeless realm.

“But yours—” “Both of them are lit up,” I said, “What does that even mean?” “Truly, you have developed omega traits, but you still have your Alpha traits,” Gerard said, “which is weird, because my drugs don’t work this way.” Gerard began his medical gibberish about how Alphas and omegas have an extra part of the brain called something that sounded like what could summon a demon, how his drug altered that part and neurotransmitter, breaking genetic sheath—whatever the fuck that meant.

‎I sighed, my shoulders slumping slightly. ‎“I’ll explain,” he continued before I could speak, his tone turning more serious again. “The reason we’re careful with Omegas…” ‎I listened closely as he spoke. ‎“Beta Benjamin once had a mate. She was an Omega….rogue, just like you. He marked her, claimed her.” ‎My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. ‎“But she was greedy,” he went on, his expression darkening. “She wanted power. And one day… another Alpha claimed her as his mate too.”

He nodded slowly. Then “Reeve told me about you.” I stayed still. “He said you’d come.” “That you’d fix it or destroy it.” A pause. “He didn’t say you were this.” “This?” I asked. “Prepared.” I held his gaze. “People underestimate Omegas.” “I won’t again.” He folded his hands. “Soren told me something else.” Something shifted. “Someone accessed the full protocol before him.” My focus sharpened. “When?” “Six months ago.”