The Omega He Rejected, The White Wolf He Craves Novels & Stories

I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter for so long, killed hundreds of wolves and has never seen one this big. This must be what they call a hybrid wolf, a wolf much more ruthless than an alpha. During all that was happening I somehow notice that he or it was gorgeous. The kind of beauty that shouldn't belong to something so deadly. And yet, as he turned to look at me, there was no cruelty there. Only concern.

They often came with special talents and were sought after by all. It was believed a pack was blessed when a white wolf presented itself. I was struck with the pride I felt at being a white wolf, while at the same time conflicted. How could this be possible? I was an Omega. Only Alpha wolves had the potential to be a white wolf. What had happened?

‘Well, at least I got upgraded from my tiny store room to a dungeon. ‘So now what next?’ I thought to myself, ‘He might as well reject me while he’s at it, and free me from my cold, cruel fate.’ Rejection for an Omega is like a slow death, just like poison. Our inner wolf fades away as the rejection and sadness tear at their spirit, leaving the human a shell of their former self. Gradually, the Omegas succumb to their broken hearts, taking their own lives or simply fading away. Meanwhile, the Alpha and Beta wolves feel the sting of heartbreak for the rest of their lives, but it doesn’t kill them.

I cried out in a whimper, staring down the soil and the blood from the sprain on my ankle, and once again, I was being lifted to face my mate. "I, Alpha Zane of the blue crest pack, reject you, Katherine Everhart as my mate and future Luna, accept my rejection!" He yelled back at me. His words were like barbed wires, piercing through every corner of my nerves, but I knew if I didn't accept it, I was going to die because I was nothing more than an omega. Omega's were the weakest amongst all werewolf ranks and the one thing that we couldn't do was to reject a rejection. I sniffled, trying to be strong, but I couldn't. How on earth could Zane do this to me, how could he believe the words of my

King Trevor’s bared fangs sucked all the air from my lungs, he came closer to me with every single word he spat out. “You, worthless omega! You don’t have any idea how the hell it hurts when a supernatural creature is rejected by his soulmate. So, shut the fuck up and listen to me.” Here we go again! Nova, to whom I didn’t pay attention because of severe pain, commented, protruding her claws for a fight. “I’m also a wolf. Well, kind of. But I didn’t feel a speck of pain from rejection. It works the same for everyone, Helena.

Is it me or who he didn’t find out in the unclaimed territory. “It’s a rare illness, it happens when a lower ranked wolf rejects their higher ranked mate.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Peyton, open your mouth, and distract them. Move. Speak. DO SOMETHING! I’m screaming, begging my limbs to move, for my mouth to spout some nonsense. Desperate for anything to get their attention and shut them up. They can’t find me. “I’m guessing the alpha didn’t accept this rejection?” Colton asks, throwing me off guard, what is he talking about? Accept the rejection? “How often do omegas reject alphas?”

the wolf questioned, frustration evident in its tone. I paced the room, the tension within me escalating. "Raven is the daughter of an Alpha, a strong match for me. Lyra is an Omega. Our union goes against the norms, the expectations." The wolf growled, "Since when do you care about norms? You're an Alpha. Make your own path." "I know, but it's not that easy," I responded, grappling with the internal conflict. "I have responsibilities to my pack, to uphold the traditions." He fell silent, and the room echoed with the weight of our unspoken thoughts. The moon cast its glow through the window, casting shadows that danced across the walls. The whiskey sat untouched on the table, a testament to

"If you reject me, I will be a rogue wolf. Don't you at least care about me? Do you really want the pack to banish me forever?” There were a lot of things accepted in our pack but a rogue wolf wasn't one. A rejection like mine, especially from the Alpha's son would be made public and I would be banished from the pack. That was the fate of every rejected wolf. That would be my fate if Brad pronounced his rejection completely.

I waited as I looked upwards. Sniffing, I mumbled, "If you have a heart moon goddess, take this pain from me. My wolf can’t take it for the second time. You made me a lowly omega, so give me mates who can respect me! I can’t go through with this consistent rejections, do you hear me?" I cried.

“I love Jordan.” “Jordan and I can share you. I don’t mind. We can take turns fucking you. Maybe I will even let other unmated males use you. You are just a little Omega whore, and your only purpose is to be used by males for their own pleasure. Maybe you will even enjoy being gang-banged. Open your mouth!” I close my eyes, and the white wolf appears in my mind. Safia blocks everything that is happening, and all I can do is sit on my knees and wait until Alpha Ben is done with me.