The Omega Best Friend Novels & Stories

He could feel the hot sticky liquid seeping out of his hole. Zen was able to get word out of his mouth. "S-Sir, please pull out.." Sevastian didn't listen as continues to fuck him. Oh God, when will this alpha in rut end? He thought that one round was enough to subside his rut. But it turns out he underestimated the lust of a supreme level alpha. "Zen... even though you're merely an alpha, inside definitely feels like of an omega's." "Don't worry, I'll turn you into one soon." Zen closes his eyes as Mr. Claude trusts faster. What is with alphas and their obsession with mating with omegas.

Elora's POV ‘This is absurd,’ I muttered inwardly. It all still felt like some bad dream or trance. I mean, this whole trade thing couldn't be real, right? Sigh… I couldn't come to terms with the reality before me. A reality I never saw coming at all. As a weak Omega, my plan was to live a secluded life as a princess, maybe find my real mate and… That was it; I never really gave my future any deep thoughts. Maybe I should have.

“I can’t believe I'm even talking to you.” “I'm just an omega.” My forehead creased. “You’re the only friend I’ve made here. Please don’t judge me. I can be a—” She interrupted me by bursting into laughter. “Relax girl, I’m just kidding. There's one omega without a wolf here and…” she stared at the door before leaning closer to me whisper, “the beta’s mate is also wolfless, she’s cursed.” She pulled back, shrugging. “but nobody cares. You can watch me and Kim run. Kim is also an Omega.”

The wolf dropped me and transformed so I was now staring at the feet of a man. Tion. Alpha of Crimson. Feral. Mad, they whispered. Dangerous and unstable. He looked down at me with gold eyes that mirrored his beast’s. No pity. No surprise. Only curiosity, sharp, cutting and cold. “Another stray,” he said. His voice was rougher than gravel, low with disuse or disdain. “Or a spy.” Accompanied with a grin that promised pain if I was the latter. “She’s Moon Stone’s,” someone growled behind him. “Weak. Latent. Rejected.”

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

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.

He wad only excited see himself in his wolf form. Last month Ohm turned eighteen. He show his wolf form to them. Mew was so excited to see his friend. Ohm had chocolate brown fur, his eyes glow bright green. when he growled Mew's stomach fluttered. He too want to do that. Ohm also found his mate. She is a beautiful omega, daughter of one of his pack beta. He always blabbering about the bonding he felt and then the first heat to Mew but he just ignored that. The Bright Blue pack is in center of their southern territory. Around them, there were three packs

I turned to face them all and stared at them intently. "You have no right to speak to us! What kind of person do you believe you are?" she said as someone inquired while smiling. “Is that still a question? Of course, she is the Omega, and all wolves want to taste her when she is in heat.” My jaw clenched because of what she said. "They even want to taste them!" someone exclaims to the side, laughing maniacally. Their souls are black and hard to see, so they shouldn't just be born as wolves.

“Ahh, if you don’t like it, we can always see if we can buy a home nearby. “Whoa there lover boy, we aren’t anything right now, you need to come back like a million steps.” “Ah but I don’t want to, I’m all in little omega.” I growl. Her face dropped and her color went white. “What did you just call me?” she whispered her eyes wide, darting side to side. She couldn’t get anywhere, thankfully we were stuck in the elevator as it took us to my place. “Little Omega.” I say again, “I figured it out from your scent. It’s no wonder your ex wanted to force a bond. You are rare, powerful, but rare.”

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."