Novel & Cerita What An Omega

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

They varied greatly in the strength of their wolf forms. And Omegas… they were, historically, the emotional centers of a pack. Lowest in ranking but highly charismatic, if more susceptible to any given feeling in the moment. They were the bottom of the rung, by nature more submissive. Their wolf forms often small, but quick. This Omega here? He did not seem to fit that archetype. By nature, he shouldn’t have been as tall as he was. Nor as intimidating. Though something in his scent put Elaine at ease. Even her dwindling connection to her own wolf could sense that.

I turned to face them all and stared at them intently. "You have no right to speak to us! What kind of person do you believe you are?" she said as someone inquired while smiling. “Is that still a question? Of course, she is the Omega, and all wolves want to taste her when she is in heat.” My jaw clenched because of what she said. "They even want to taste them!" someone exclaims to the side, laughing maniacally. Their souls are black and hard to see, so they shouldn't just be born as wolves.

The reason is simple, they can't fight when the excited Alphas approach them. The Basic Omega is the weakest Omega, she usually never leaves the house, rarely finds her mate to death, her life time is not long, but many are born The Basic Omega, then there is Keeper, those who can freely leave the house because they can adapt to the surrounding environment, not as strong as Beta, but not as weak as Omega as usual. And the highest, The Bold, there are only 1 in 10 births on earth. This Omega almost resembles Alpha except that she is a woman. She doesn't know fear, instead her curiosity is higher. An Omega like this can actually be very dangerous, because the scent can invite lots of Alphas to

And for an orphan, being an omega means you would receive a lot of preferential policies, and therefore, your life will be more comfortable. Humans, since primitive times, in order to resist the harshness of nature, have divided themselves into three sexes: alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas take the guidance role, become the leader taking everyone in the right direction. Betas, like worker ants, are the major parts that form the society, appearing in every field of career. Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children.

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

“I think that’s enough for now. You need to eat and rest.” “I’m not tired.” “You will be soon. Your pregnancy is a little on the…brutal side. I’ll find an Omega to bring you some food.” “What’s an Omega?” He gives me a sad smile. “You asked me that before, you know?” “Well, I can’t remember, so…” He sits back down. “Omegas are our lower wolves. They are our servants.” “Like slaves?” I ask, already angry, even though I don’t even know the answer to the question yet.

There is some thing very strange going on and no matter how hard I try, I can not rid myself of the feeling. Bleu continues to fiddle with my fingers almost like he is very content with where he was and what he was doing. “An omega is a female that has the blessing of the moon goddess to be able to birth strong and very dominant alphas. There are usually part of the nobility and higher society but there have been records of omegas being born to the families of commoners. This is usually a thing of joy for the common families because they are able to see if their child to high ranking aristocrats that crave to have an omega to be able to have string and dominant alphas in their linage. It is

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.

I needed him to understand this was important to me, not just an idea that would fade with time. “I have been thinking about something for months.” I said. “I didn’t want to speak until I was sure.” Ryan nodded. “Go on, I’m listening.” I shifted forward in my chair. “I want to build an Omega Forum. a real one, not just a place where omegas gather to complain or hide. A place with structure, protection, and purpose.” His eyes sharpened slightly, not with anger, but with interest that gave me courage. “Omegas are always spoken for.” I continued.