Novel & Cerita What An Omega

I told her honestly. “You won’t?” She seemed surprised. I shook my head. “I might be an omega and it’s what an alpha needs, but I also know that sometimes an alpha might need something else and I won’t be able to give him that.” My eyes dropped to her hands on her lap. “They taught me at the Omega centre that an omega is the only thing an alpha needs. That his life should revolve around only her and no other woman, but I had seen how unhappy some alphas were. When they got matched up with an omega, all previous relationships had to end.”

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “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.”

JOSH POV Now, I have my first question. “Omegas?” I ask. Maddie smiles at me again. She begins to climb the stairs as she answers me, “Omega is a ranking within wolf shifter packs. It is the lowest rank of wolves. Most packs have an abundance of lower ranking wolves, omegas being the most prolific. They tend to be the worker bees. Landscapers, housekeepers, child care givers, teachers, nurses, and doctors; professions like that who are all about care and repetition, emotional empathy, encouragement and care. They have huge hearts, and it is in theirs’s and their wolves’ natures to be attentive and nurturing to the other pack members.

My lips crack with thirst. The door creaks open. Light slices into the dark. My heart leaps in terror, expecting Clara’s shadow. But it’s not her. A hand slips in. Trembling. Thin. In it, a piece of bread and a dented cup of water. I lift my gaze. Another Omega stands there, eyes wide with fear and pity. “Eat,” she whispers. “Please. Before they come back.” Tears sting my eyes, hot and humiliating. Not for the pain, not for the rejection. But for this—the fragile kindness of an omega.

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."

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.

For you, for your child, and for every pack in this region. The words hit Elara like a physical blow, and she felt her knees go weak. Moon Omega line. She'd heard whispers of it before, stories told in hushed voices about omegas who were born with power that rivaled even the strongest Alphas, omegas who could heal with a touch, who could command wolves with their voice, who could shift the balance of power with their very existence. But those were just myths, legends meant to give hope to omegas who had none. They weren't real. They couldn't be real.

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

“We both know that’s because she doesn’t have her wolf. She’s not like every other werewolf.” My fingers clicked a sound. “Exactly my point.” “But you’re not even giving me a chance with her despite knowing she’s my mate.” “How so? I never stopped or prohibited you from seeing her or bonding with her.” “Is this the smart Alpha talking, or dumbass Thor?” he questioned. “We both know for weak Omega’s like her who doesn’t have their wolves, they naturally latch onto the very strong bond they have access to. They’re just like infants wanting their mother around every chance they have. As long as that strong bond is there, consistent and protective, they mostly can’t let go unless they’re dispell

"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."