The Omegaverse Novels & Stories

This led the moon goddess to rain down her wrath upon her people, and after a hundred years of drought and famine in the five Kingdoms, the moon goddess — Cessi, listened to the prayers of her people and gave each Kingdom an Omega. An Omega is a rare and special creation with distinct features of a crescent moon on their forehead. The people were advised to treat the Omegas as embodiments of the moon goddess herself and once in a year an anniversary is held in the name of the moon goddess, whereby the Omegas are to dance traditionally to glorify her name.

She looked hurt but she seemed to swallow the pain and it pains him that he was the one that caused it. “I will tell you everything now.” Sandro reached Mayzie’s hand as he told them everything he knew. Reid was all ears… and the wonder Luna beside him was silent but listening. The army that the Prime Minister is building to take over the omegas. Omegas have also been sold in other packs for breeding purposes. He’s been part of it for years now, probably over 5 decades. The Marquis family has been secretly operating it and they haven’t been caught. It was also the only reason why Luna Genevive recognized Hannah as an omega.

Raven asked. "She's Jessica, and I'm Marie. We're both omegas," Jessica, the auburn-haired woman, said. Omegas are treated badly in some packs because they are naturally born weak and some couldn't even transform. While some packs considered them useless due to their inability to participate in battles, Raven's pack welcomes them with open arms. Raven had a small number of Omegas in his pack, all of whom were employed in the pack's hospital. "So, Jessica and Marie, what pack are you associated with? I want to know which pack I'm going to be enemies with," Raven said. Jessica and Marie exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Raven.

Before Carla could continue, John interrupted with a puzzled expression, "Omega?" "Ah yes, the pillar of the packs! Omegas are essential; they're not warriors, but they are the lifeblood of the pack. Both male and female Omegas can bear offspring," Carla stated. John burst into laughter, a hearty sound filling the car. "Hahaha, good one, Carla," he said, his gaze fixed on her, only to realize she wasn't joking. His laughter trailed off into a perplexed expression. "Wait, how?" he stammered.

She’s back in my corner. “You’re absolutely right, the blue moon’s legend is a tale that surrounded beings of your nature,” I began as I led us out of her room and headed for the stairs that takes us down to the dinner hall. “We’ve had many omegas in the past, those who escaped their brutal fate like you did. You know omegas are not suppose to live, they’re suppose to be killed and wipe out the moment they were born. But just like you escaped your death, we’ve had many in the past who escaped theirs. Omegas are said to be the harbingers of death, chaos and destruction. What many failed to realize or come to know is that they also marked creation and life itself, omegas are the moon goddess’

because the world needs what’s between your legs.” More gasps. One girl started crying. “I will breed you. Sell you. Trade you. You exist to make the next generation. And you will be obedient… or you’ll be replaced.” Behind me, Three-Seven had sunk to her knees, staring down at the tag around her neck. I didn’t look at her again. Not yet. But I already knew. She was going to be one of the most profitable omegas I had. If her spirit didn’t get in the way. It started with twenty. Twenty wide-eyed omegas too scared to run, too broken to fight back. Most were cast-offs, troublemakers, or “too difficult” for their packs. Easy pickings. Now? I walked the metal catwalk of the underground facility—

“Darling, I am an omega, and I don’t have flawless skin like yours. I guess it must be a supreme dominant thing. The rumors are true, after all.” I fidgeted in the armchair. “Yeah, it must be.” Not that I cared, but typical omegas looked different from the rest of the crowd. Everyone had specific features. Omegas were soft and beautiful. Alphas dominated the crowd with their muscular bossy and intolerable personalities. Betas stood at the back, not too soft or too buffed. They nestled on the borderline. Yet, they escaped the world of pheromones that plagued Alphas and Omegas. Lucky bastards.

She asked with suspicion lingering in her eyes. “I… I think our Alpha mentioned it.” I lied, rattling out. “He didn’t.” She shook her head. “Well, he just did. Let’s go prepare.” I scurried away from her before she bantered me with questions. I had to be careful of the way I predicted things. The Omegas were the lowest-ranking servants in the pack and we were the ones in charge of organizing the field for Steven’s welcome banquet. I returned to the venue to take a final look at it before the event time, the canopies were in the right place including the chairs, tables, and food sets.

I finally had to shoo her out. "Go home and get some rest," I insisted. "I'll be fine." She pulled me into a crushing hug. "Call me every night, okay? And if he tries anything, anything at all, I'll rain hell on him like a category five tornado," she threatened. I chuckled softly. "I will. Now go before they kick you off the pack lands for being human." After Helena reluctantly left, I finished unpacking in the depressing little apartment. Mr. N wanted me to report to the Alpha first thing tomorrow, to gain approval for living on the lands as a lone omega.

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."