Novel & Cerita Social Hierarchy Alpha Beta Omega

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

It was rare to hear of an Alpha being rejected. In the pack hierarchy an Alpha is similar to a president. The Beta is the vice-president, and the Gamma would be third in line should something happen to the Alpha and / or Beta. If it was not for the fact that I would look crazy, I would almost find myself laughing hysterically at the situation I found myself in. The irony was not lost on me.

As she was lathering in the shampoo, she began telling me about the werewolves’ pack structure, the creamy and sweet notes of coconut permeating the air as she elucidated, “The three most important members are the Alpha, Beta, and Omega. You’ve met my pack’s leadership trio already.” That remark had my eyes zipping open once more, and I tried to turn to look into Kat’s eyes, bewilderment the dominant emotion coursing through me. In any event, she gently held my head in place, continuing to work the conditioner into my tangled strands after I stopped moving. I could guess that Silas was the Alpha after what I’d overheard and the respect he appeared to command amongst his peers, but I didn’t t

Ana mutters, and my eyebrows shoot up. In a werewolf community there was a strict chain of command, The Alpha and Luna, the Betas, the Gammas, the Deltas, the Zetas, then the Omegas. Zeta's were former Omegas who managed to climb out of the gutters and gain a position of respect of sorts, most slaves were omegas, most normal people were Zeta's, climbing from Omega to Zeta was no easy feat, but then again it shouldn't be something too difficult when you're sleeping with the Alpha's Whore. Karla smirked, clearly basking in the show of respect. "Do you know what time it is?"

"—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas," Absorbing everything comes with more tremendous effort. For instance, intertwining one in two together. I'd often imagine what it was like to be powerful like them, but the burden they possess undermines that desire in all actualities. If I can revoke being mated with a man who has absolutely no care for me, then I'd be happy to take that pill. This bond, my affiliation with their enemies, and even my own bloodline, everything stands underneath the limelight.

He didn't answer, doing my treatment in silence. My eyes turned to the open door, a beautiful woman with jet black hair, short shoulder length entered the room carrying a paper bag. Don't tell me that he sent people to buy me shoes. "Young Master Alpha, I brought your order." Alpha? Will there be an Omega, uh huh? My mother said they have an Alpha level which is the leader, Beta is below it and there are still 5 more to the bottom while my father is the serial number-- He winked, "Just put it there, and go."

We have ruled the Werewolf pack for centuries and we do not plan on having that stop any time soon. Unlike the Lycans, we werewolves do not care if a woman or man takes the throne. Whoever is suited best for the role from within the family takes it. The title is sacred and our people respect it and respect the hierarchy that is engrained into our genetic makeup. There are Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas, and Omegas. The Lycans’ hierarchy of life resembles more of a medieval monarchy. There is one family at the top while everyone else fights for money and influence.

“But I don’t understand, if he’s the King, doesn't that mean that he makes the rule?” “Even a King has rules he needs to follow,” Selena explained, leaning back with her glass in her hand. “You know how real wolf packs work, right?” I nodded. “Werewolves are much the same. We have the Alpha, who is the leader of the pack. His mate – the Luna – is the top bitch… pardon my French.” I shrugged, unbothered. But I was dying to know if that was an insult or not. “Next after that is the Beta, Gamma, and Deltas,” she continued. “The higher hierarchy is always based on a wolf’s dominance, which is normally genetically inherited. Other wolves can be either dominant or submissive, the weakest and most

His trademark smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, effortlessly cool, like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. In their society, secondary genders meant everything. Alpha and Omega, those were just the basics. Each had ranks, each a rung on an unforgiving social ladder. For Alphas, the hierarchy went: Alpha, Prime Alpha, Elite Prime Alpha, Enigma, Elite Enigma, and the rare Elite Prime Enigma. For Omegas: Omega, Prime Omega, Elite Prime Omega, Luna, Elite Luna, and finally Elite Prime Luna. Lunas were considered the top—rulers of the matriarchal system in theory, but in practice, Omegas were often treated like background noise unless they had status. Respect was reserved for

We finally got out of there and walked into the classroom, prepared for what awaited us. The Alpha Council policy class was a place where hierarchies became even more evident. I sat with Louisa at one of the back tables as the professor, a man with a serious face and deep voice, gave an introduction to the class. “The Alpha Council is the most important body in our society,” the man explained without hesitation. "Its main function is to maintain order and stability among the herds. To understand it, we must first understand the foundations of our society." The professor talked about classism, how the omegas were considered the lowest in the hierarchy, and how they were expected to follow the