What An Omega Novels & Stories

"Aren't you omegas valued?" I do as he says, and look around the chamber one more time, and I have to admit that he's right. Everywhere I look, each omega has the attention of three or four massive alphas. For every Alpha, their omega companion is the focus of their life - their entire reason for being. “Omegas are the source of life,” says Seraph. “Each is bonded to a band of fellow Alphas who jealously protect them from harm. And each omega produces a litter large enough to keep the population stable. ”

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC

Chapter One: The Girl Nobody Sees Let me tell you something about being an Omega. It means you are last. Last to eat, last to speak, last to matter. In a pack built on power and rank, an Omega is the person everyone steps around without thinking — like a crack in the floor you've learned to avoid. You don't fix it. You just stop seeing it. I had been that crack for nineteen years.

Since Lena was an Omega, I decided to get weird truths concerning Omegas. After researching for some time, I found out that Omegas tend to find true love at their tender age, they had the ability to transform into a beta but it could only be done when an Omega had killed a Beta. Omega's are soft hearted wolves who allows their emotions and words to sway them. They can be very gentle but do not poke their emotions because they can turned out to be worst than a beast. Omega's are very jealous of their mates and they can do anything to make their mates happy and pleased with them.

Los omega segregan su propio lubricante, esto sirve para que no sientan una gran magnitud de dolor cuando son penetrados o el nudo del alfa se expande en su interior, aunque también es una zona muy erógena, que reacciona al más mínimo estímulo (dependiendo de la sensibilidad del omega). The omega have a special call to their alpha, it is completely involuntary and causes the alpha in question to have an immense need to protect the omega. It is a weak moan that is expelled by the omega in situations of fear or danger. Supposedly they tend to be calm and submissive, they take care of the children. But as with alphas, this is the stereotype and you don't have to follow it.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

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.

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.

“It’s your business to bully other people?!” “Yes! It has nothing to do with you!” “You…..” “And besides, she’s an omega nobody cares about her!” I frown. I keep on hearing foreign words since I came here…what the heck is an omega? I turned to Joyce for an explanation…she clears her throat and leans closer to my ear. “An omega is the lowest rank in our town…they are like the poorest people…!” I nod and turned to Janet….my hands on my waist. “Even if she’s an omega, it doesn’t give you right to bully her!”

“Pretty okay for a stranger. One of the pack women brought breakfast to me. She didn’t speak much to me, only told me that you wanted to see me this morning.” “Most of the omegas don’t talk much,” I muttered. Her gaze lifted, steady and searching. “What is an Omega?” “They are the lowest group of wolves in our pack but they are equally as important as the rest of the other wolves. They help with the chores and help keep the pack tidy,” I replied. “Hmm, they’re wary of me.” She said as a group of female wolves bowed to me and quickly walked away muttering words about “the strange girl”.