Slick Omegaverse Novels & Stories

Before I could ask further, a stunning woman entered the room. "You must be Flora Evers," she greeted. I nodded. "I'm the Omega of the pack. My name is Alexia." She extended her hand gracefully. I couldn't help but wonder why Ryker ended things with someone so captivating. I reached out and shook her hand. "Where's Ivan? I came to take him to my place," she said calmly. "He's asleep in the guest room," I replied, feeling intimidated by her. Even though I'm from an Omega bloodline, she has the aura of a Gamma or a Beta.

And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him

And I was only the puppet; put under the ax then saved only to be put on strings. "They don't love us. They hate us and have always hated us, we are a curse and have always been seen as curses...we were made to be wiped out, but we were also made to survive..." Izon came again now. "It's how we survived their evil massacre and it's how we survived when we fled to the forest... it's our survival that makes us rogues..." he said calmly, folding his arms. "It's what makes us Omegas..."

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.

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.

Tamara let her cry till she was satisfied. "Are you okay, now?" She asked. "I feel better." Sassy replied. For some reason, Sage, Sassy's wolf became excited. Tamara sniffed the air. "You have the indistinct scent a werewolf, are you one?" She asked. "Yes, I am. I'm just a regular Omega." Sassy said. "Wow. You look a lot like a human. I would never have known you were actually a werewolf." Tamara said and Sassy smiled.

The story is set in an omegaverse universe with a contemporary setting. Omegaverse means the population of the world is divided into three species. I. Alpha II. Beta III. Omega The three species hold two more divisions, dominant and recessive. Dominants are the rarest and most desired in each species.

"Now, tell me about yourself." "Well, my name is Lina Sarvatorre. I'm sixteen years old, and I belong to the Moonlight pack located to the north of your territory. I'm known as the fake omega, but recently, I discovered that I'm a wolf and apparently the Alpha female. I have no family, as I lost it when I was nine years old, and at the age of ten I moved to their territory. And I struggled a lot to find a place to live." "Wow! Why do I have the feeling that you haven't told me everything?"

In this case, I was the one who wasn’t catching on. “Wait, aren’t salvages the brutal wolves that almost killed us on our way here?” I exclaimed, thankfully not loud enough for the two women in front of us to pick interest in our conversation. One quick side eye in their direction and I see that they have managed to double the space between us. They could be beyond our hearing range at this point—or not. Seeing they are werewolves I was…a person with werewolf blood. “The ones we killed, yes. Those are also salvages. Wait…did no one tell you that they are always around? Like everywhere. Salvages are just omegas on steroids to overhype the strength they don’t even have, it is fucking pathetic

Omegas Tanto varones como hembras, poseen aparatos reproductores femeninos (útero y ovarios), y son perfectamente capaces de concebir siempre y cuando sean fecundados por un alfa y rara vez un beta. Sin embargo, los omega tienen una característica muy importante que son los celos que ocurren cada tres meses y dura tres días aproximadamente (el tiempo varía según los escritores) en los que sus niveles hormonales se disparan y se ven firmemente necesitados de buscar un alfa para "aparearse" con él. Ahí es cuando el lado Omega se libera, necesitan del apareamiento y sus feromonas informan de esto a los alfa o beta cercanos, también es aquí donde su fertilidad aumenta. Los omega, al igual que lo