The Omegaverse Mga Nobela at Kwento

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I clenched my jaw in anger and pretended not to hear them. “As for classification,” he went on, projecting a diagram on the board. “There are three known types of Omegas; Submissive, Balanced and Bound Omega. However, there was once a fourth classification, one so powerful that it was struck from our history books.” “What are they and why are they that powerful?” A female student asked what was in my mind. “Also why were they removed from history?” “I'm sure it's all a myth,” another male student answered. “There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.”

I ask curiously, not really wanting to talk but already feeling too lazy to read. "They're the ones born into wolf supremacy families, like the alphas and betas. As for the other wolves who are, in a way, the majority, they're omegas, or the impure-blooded ones, as some of the blue bloods like to call them," she says with a disgusted look. "I don't approve of this senseless bullying; we are all children of the moon goddess." "Which division do you belong to?" "Blue blood," she clarifies. "I'm the daughter of the supreme beta, Albert."

Trevor didn't know why, but he felt even more annoyed by those dirty eyes on him than before. He'd gotten used to it, it was part of his life anyway. When you're an Omega, you're bound to be stalked, chased seduced, raped, assaulted... So to say that Trevor had seen all sorts of strange people coming up to him and trying to get him was no exaggeration. Luckily for him, he had been well trained by his grandfather to avoid the worst. Surely marking will solve all these problems, because once an omega is bound to an alpha, another alpha should not lay a hand on him. But that was only in theory, because in this sick world, an Omega who was already marked would sometimes still get raped or attack

Because he knew that he had lost the battle. He was shocked when he heard about Hamileja. Hamileja was an old village with a bunch of Omegas. He was a businessman of Omega trafficking. Each year he caught a lot of omega from there and sold them. Some of the omega's parents sold their own daughter to him because they felt their child was a burden to them. So it was easy for him to get omegas. Before attacking The Rivermoon pack, he did all of that.

“And I didn’t summon you here for pleasantries. Tell me who you are and what you are exactly.” Her throat bobbed, and fingers curled into her top like they could hide her. “I’m Dextera Neville, an Omega of Bisclaveret Pack, under the reign of Alpha Kestrel Wagner, son of Nelson Wagner, Sovereign Of His Bloodline.” I folded my arms. “Save me the hierarchy. I want real answers. You know what I'm talking about, young lady.” “I… I don’t...” I cut her off. “What happened last night, Dextera? You’re a wolfless Omega as far as I know. That’s what your records from Bisclaveret said. You never shifted! But what I saw out there in those woods was not an ordinary shift.”

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

And I was only the puppet; put under the ax then saved only to be put on strings. "They don't love us. They hate us and have always hated us, we are a curse and have always been seen as curses...we were made to be wiped out, but we were also made to survive..." Izon came again now. "It's how we survived their evil massacre and it's how we survived when we fled to the forest... it's our survival that makes us rogues..." he said calmly, folding his arms. "It's what makes us Omegas..."

The only way is to continue with my journey. I walk the whole day, my body is tired but my mind and heart persevere, I want a new life away from torture and constant heart break. I also deserve a happy life. Who said that Omegas don't deserve to be happy? Are we created only to be picked on by higher ranked wolves? It needs to stop. I know a lot of us end up dead most of the time due to the torture and physical pain they inflict on us. Who came up with this absurd rule? We are also created the same way they did. We didn't choose to be born this way. But we still deserve to be treated well, I know I deserve that.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.