The Hunt For Omega Novels & Stories

I knew none of the girls in the truck would be able to answer that so I settled for asking questions I felt they might be able to answer. For a moment, no one in the truck spoke and just when I was about to give up, thinking I wouldn’t get an answer, the girl closest to me finally broke the silence. “They are from the Omega Auction House and they specialize in selling young, beautiful, obedient omegas to the highest bidder.” She said quietly and at her words a fresh bursts of tears erupted from me. I had just managed to finally escape the SilverMoon Pack after years of enduring pain and torture and now I had landed in another hell.

After the first Omega was found, we quickly detained everyone throughout the entire pack so we could do a thorough search of every single house there. We found all the bunkers and searched those as well. Thankfully the only omegas we found were the ones in the homes. Six more omegas.... We ended up coming home with 21 omegas, now we have six more, they had a total of 27 omegas... I've never seen so many omegas in one pack. It's unheard of!

No one in his or her f*cking mind would want to wait after seeing and hearing that. I stretched my hand, grabbing a hold of the handle, and used my shoulder to push my weight on the door. The door fell off with a huge crash, dishing out a lot of dust. It was quiet. The dust cleared, and I could smell the scent of people around—the werewolf scent. I was in luck. I stood up, wiping the dust off my body, ready to run again, when I was presented with the whole town looking at me. I was in the palace and in the very center of the ceremony. "It has been chosen; she's the Alpha's Luna."

Faythe It's strange watching Hunter as we walk through the Pack; he’s trying his best to keep his face black but I can see the small twitch at the corner of his eyes and the way he keeps looking left and right like he’s trying to find something familiar. I have no idea what the Pack looked like when he first claimed the land so I don’t even know what he recognises and what he doesn’t. I keep opening my mouth to say something but each time I just snap it shut and lower my gaze back to the floor. He might be my fated mate but I have no experience to draw on. I don’t know what I can or can’t say and I have no idea if Hunter would even want the Pack to know he has an Omega mate. Sure, I have a w

Forty minutes of five hundred wolves watching. I had known what it felt like to be watched. I had been watching my entire life — watched as an omega who didn't fit, watched as the girl who walked out of her own rejection on her own feet, watched as the woman in the corner room who had been given dog toast. I knew how to be watched. This was different.

all leading to zero. "Rose... Rose?" I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard his voice. The way he said my name... it sent involuntary shivers through my spine. "Yes?" "Why are you so silent? Okay, let me introduce myself properly. I am an Omega from a rogue pack. I come from a-" I cut him off saying, "I don't need your life story here. We have a problem on our hands." He looked at me confused, "What problem?" I sighed and leaned forward, bringing my face closer to his, "I don't have a mate, especially not an omega mate."

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

And with it, the hunt. She placed her hand over her stomach again, this time gently. “You'd be safe” She whispered to the life inside her. “I promise it.” Behind her, Lowell drifted into a restless sleep, his breath evening out. Uriel stayed awake beneath the moonlight, scanning for movement. They had tried to erase her. Now, she would hunt them down. They would face the fury of the woman they created. The omega was gone. And in her place stood something far more dangerous.

“All of it.” She swallows hard, nods. “I ran away from my pack... I was a runt. They treated me like dirt. I couldn’t stay. So, I came here—to America—to start over. I got in touch with a dealer. He sells weapons—guns, blades, even silver—to humans and wolves. He doesn’t ask questions, and I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. I met a woman a few months ago… Selene, she came to the shop I worked in to buy lead. Just a normal sale. But she came back again. Twice.” So the lead my mother used to poison me was sold by this omega?

‎ ‎Footsteps. ‎ ‎My eyes snapped open instantly. ‎ ‎The sound came again, slow and careful, as if someone was trying not to be heard. I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle in my body alert as my instincts sharpened. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and curious. ‎ ‎I inhaled deeply, letting the forest air fill my lungs as I searched for a scent. ‎ ‎An Omega. ‎ ‎The realization left my lips in a quiet whisper as I began to follow the trail.