What An Omega Novels & Stories

I asked quietly. “I was. My dad told me that my mom was an Omega, and so was his mother. He told me most Lunas are Omegas.” “But that doesn’t make sense.” “Actually it does, if you think about it. Let me ask you, what is an Omega. What do they do?” “We…we take care of our pack members. We cook, we clean, we see it their needs.”

Davina's POV “Finally, I could have time to myself, sigh.” Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I took a deep breath as I reached out to my flute lying just beside my duffel bag which held everything I own. I was an omega; the lowest rank in the pack which was tough for me, not to talk about when you are being reminded of it each day. This was my predicament and each time I prayed to the moon goddess to help me. Nothing changed. She has been mute on me.

she asked. I was taken aback. What was omega school? I shook my head. "Oh, that will be fine. The little building next to the packhouse is the omega school. Every omega over the age of 6 attends there for basic knowledge. Later they get educated about heat, identifying other's scents, how to be a good omega, to defend themselves a bit and so on. So they are all prepared for the future." she said.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

"What's your name?" "Mira." "Mira, listen. Omega doesn't mean weak. It means you have a different role in pack dynamics. A different kind of strength. Compassion. Empathy. The ability to hold a pack together emotionally even when everything is falling apart." "That's what they tell us. But it feels like an excuse to keep us powerless." "Then change it. Show them omega can be powerful in ways they don't expect. Be the kind of omega who redefines what that word means."

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!" "Really?!" "Yeah! Everyone is born with equal rights...rich or poor... everyone are equal before the law!" Janet scoffed and rushed back to the girl...she lifts her up single handedly and I gasped.

“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 Rebecca for an explanation, she clears her throat and leans closer to my ear. “An omega is the lowest rank in our town, they’re like the poorest people! Ohhhhh! I nod and turned to Hannah, my hands on my hips.

There were several articles online about omega mate-bonds, so I spent the next hour reading them. “Omegas are fragile, naturally submissive, and emotionally dependent.” “Bonds with omegas are suitable for strong wolves.” “It’s easier for omegas to get pregnant.” Ugh! I groaned, rolling my eyes so hard they almost hurt. Most omega-related information online was shallow and outdated anyway. Apparently, according to wolf society, omegas only existed to obey, reproduce, and look pretty beside wolves. Wonderful! Despite initial disappointment, I continued scrolling. But the result didn’t have anything new as well.

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.