To Ruin An Omega Novels & Stories

I am sure you are thinking, Oh, I am a princess, and I have the best life. How I wish that were true, but sadly, it is not. And that is all because of one thing. I am an omega. And an omega is the worst thing one can be in this kingdom. Omegas are known to be carriers of a plague that, if they are not killed, will inevitably wipe out the rest of the wolf race. Which is why once an omega is discovered, their penalty is death. Only omegas married to powerful Alphas are spared from this fate. It is believed that the mate bond with an Alpha is the only thing that can provide the diseased wolf with stability.

I mirrored her, her posture. “The reversal is impossible,” she said. My stomach twisted. “Alpha has an idea extra structure an omega doesn’t have,” she said, “to turn an Alpha into an omega, you destroy the structure. But creating that structure.” I cut her off. “Is it possible?” My voice tightened. “Even in theory—no,” she said, voice sharp. “It’s a unique cell, tissue. What the fuck is wrong with you Gerard? Your patient is going to have to live his life as an omega.”

Crowe supplied the narration. “—we have all seen omegas used and discarded,” he went on. “We built *evaluation* frameworks to protect them. To identify manipulation before it spirals into tragedy. But what do we do when the omega is the one exerting control? When she uses Lunaris privileges to compel, to kill, to force an Alpha to abandon his rightful mate and destabilize an entire pack?” Calista lowered her lashes, mouthing regret so softly you could almost believe it.

Wren looks horrified at what I just told her. She had no idea she was committing slow suicide. I’m sure she thought she would find a way to survive without me, but that’s not how the fated mate bond works, especially for an omega. So little is openly known about it, and I wonder why. I wonder how many omegas had a fated mate that sent them away, knowing the omega would die. I wonder how many omegas have run from their fated mates like Wren, thinking they would survive.

Reynold muttered. My ears rang. Their voices turned low, frantic. “Get rid of her.” “What if someone finds out?” Reynold’s voice was low, urgent, but not for me. “Quiet. We can’t let anyone know. If the pack finds out, this will ruin everything.” “But she’s bleeding, Reynold…” “Then we get rid of her.” His words were like ice. “Dump her outside. No one will care. She’s just an omega.” My breath hitched, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I could only hear them as shadows closed in around my vision.

because it's so tue. I'm not Rio, I’m just a total failure. I'm worthless. "You're a young omega on inhibitors and I'm so fucking mad I don't even care about making you feel better right now. I don't give a shit about your sad little face," she says, pointing at my tear-streaked face. I groan and raise a hand to wipe it off, I hate that she saw me like this, "Not only are you the weakest link, but you're a risk to everyone out there. Even grade A inhibitors aren't enough to work forever. You build immunity at some point so you have to up the dose. So what happens if you don't up the dose because you're a dumb fucking kid who doesn't know he has to do that and there's an immature alpha close

She bit her fingernail as her mind spiraled into a lot of what-ifs. A second chance mate? That was highly unlikely, especially for someone like her who was only half werewolf. As an omega, torture after rejection might just be the end of her. She may be mentally prepared, however, her body would not be able to withstand it. From the information she had gathered so far, the majority of rejected omegas had lost their sanity after years of pain, which resulted in them losing their life. For a half-blooded omega like her, there was a chance she could not last even for a year or worse, half a year. “Ah!” she squealed when she heard a knock on the door.

Kiara realized that her words had just worsened his mood. "Forget it..." And about the little amount of trust he had in her, it made her hurt more than the rage itself. He trusted Angeline, who was his Luna more than she, who was... no one. Just an omega. In the rules of their world, omega is nothing. The weakest among the rank. No power. Deceitful and liar. His fist slammed on the table, and she was startled by his thunderous voice, it sounded like anyone beyond the glass wall could hear it. "Tell me, Kiara"

Instead of stopping, I licked it away and kissed him again. He groaned. He gripped my waist but let me push him back until he hit his mahogany desk. I pulled away just enough to breathe. “You want to own the ruined Omega?” I tightened my grip on his shirt. “Fine. Say it.” His violet eyes went dark. “Ravenna—” “Say it.” I bit his lip again. His amusement vanished, replaced by something darker. “You're the discarded one,” he whispered. “The Holloway they threw away. The Omega who danced for cash just to eat. The girl the Council rejected, who still crawled onto my couch begging for a Lycan's knot.”

“Why would we mate with an omega? In what world does that even make sense? We are alphas. If we were to pick mates, it would be another alpha or a beta. An omega is the weakest link. You’re asking us to mix water and oil.” “But that’s not the entire case,” I said with a smug look. “This omega is important, isn’t she? You think she might be the answer to our problem. You betrayed the Harpers once, and now you think this is the consequence of your actions—so you want to make us do something against our will to fix it.” “What are you talking about?” Lucian blurted and turned to me.