The Omega: Mated To The Four Mga Nobela at Kwento

Suddenly, my wolf stops humming and it pronounces the word I thought I will never hear in my entire miserable life. *Mate.* 'Mate?' I want to bask in thankfulness that I now have a mate. He is going to save me from this cruel place now. I want to cry and shout in happiness since I know I'm going to have a normal life away from the daily beatings and torture. However, I quickly notice my Alpha standing beside him and I grasp the situation quickly. They're definitely if the same status... My mate is an Alpha! A fucking Alpha! On the other side, I'm an Omega, a weak wolf....the weakest of all!

He's an adorable young man. "You'll learn soon enough. For now, just watch and see what you can learn from me." I tell him and continue to whip the icing. I feel people staring at me and whispering. "They make a nice pair." I hear someone say but I ignore them. A lot of Omegas get rejected if their mates are high-ranking wolves so they tend to have a chosen mate in one of their own. Samuel is sweet and all but he's like a little brother to me. That would just be so weird and gross.

“In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.” “So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask. “It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.” I just blink at him. “Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow. “No Alpha would want his Luna to be an

Maddox told me the story with feverish intensity. “You have to help me, Logan. My mate may be a renegade, but she's not savage. Her wolf eyes are still blue. She's fragile and needs my care. I know my mate is incapable of killing; she's too pure and innocent for that,” Maddox said anxiously.

______________________________________________________ Shawn clenched her hand, refusing to let Scarlett go. The Crimson Bride Omega continued to see the pain right in Shawn's puppy eyes. No one else moved a single muscle from the whole thing, Zayne was Scarlett's mate, and it states that no one should be in the way of one's soul mate, it implied to all Mythics. Emma, Ada, the Betas, everyone knew this. It was almost a rule in close relation to the "Omega Versatility" or an "Omegaverse" - a hormonal theory claimed to be usually based only on Werewolves. But...they all didn't know whether to interfere or stay away. "I can't let you. We won't let you!" Shawn seethed.

But I knew he wouldn't like that. “My wolf needs you around,” I told him honestly. “That means you will stay around and out of my way.” I saw his face fall and kicked myself internally. Unknown to him, I was actually saving him from the pack's wrath. If anyone caught a whiff he was my mate, they would pick on him more than they already do. Not just because he is a male, but for his unfortunate birth status. Omegas are a rare, lowly breed of werewolves. They are basically the size of a dog and rarely make it to adulthood. In most packs, they are killed immediately after birth but my mother, the great Luna of Green Hill pack, stopped the archaic tradition in our pack. But I am not powerful eno

He asked a shocking question and all I could do was stare like a moron. “Don't get your hopes high, you are still the dirty omega I rejected as my mate.’’ He smirked and I squinted. Not because he called me a dirty omega but his last words got me. Did he also know that we were mated? Blair was right after all, we were mated and he felt it that day that was why he got so angry. He must have felt disgusted to be mated with me, a low rank breed like myself. That was so cruel of him, he didn't really have to throw me into the dungeon.

I looked at her confused and when I didn't say anything she explained. "As you have already noticed Lorcan, your mate is an Omega and Omega are humans, although they have their wolves they cannot shift into one. And then the drug needs werewolf blood to work properly and hence the use of yours. And since you're an alpha and her mate so her body will respond better to the drug."

An Omega's job was to be seen and not heard, to attend to the higher-ranking wolves' needs, whatever they may be. She had always been grateful that she hadn't been selected as a breeding partner because she felt that living like that was possibly a fate worse than death for her. Condemned to never have the chance to meet your fated… it was beyond cruel. Not that many tales of the Omega's who met their mates ever ended well, especially if they were mated above their stations. More often than not, they were little more than concubines to the masters above them that had claimed them as their own. They might be a mate in name, but they most definitely were not in status.

However, it is not uncommon for an Omega to form a bond with another Omega. The bond between an Omega and their mate is not just a romantic one, but it is also a spiritual and emotional connection. The two individuals share a deep understanding and sense of empathy towards each other, and they are able to sense each other's emotions and thoughts even from a distance. Having a mate also brings added protection for the Omega, as the Alpha or Beta mate will fiercely defend their bond and their Omega from any threats. This bond also provides the Omega with a sense of safety and security within the pack, as they know they have someone who will always have their back.