What An Omega Novels & Stories

before Gamma Patrick whispered in my ears, “Omegas are killed like chickens. Misbehave and you’ll be the next barbeque.” My heart was bitter. So many threats. Why did the moon goddess make omegas? Why can’t everyone be equal in the werewolf community? I asked myself as I looked up to the sunny skies like I could see the face of the moon goddess even in the blinding ray of the sun.

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to the Luna,"He's a natural Alpha" "She's helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the Alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

“A-are you okay? Did you get hurt?” “No. Just a little forehead scratch. But the pedestrian, the girl, an omega . . . I have to go now. I promise to be back as soon as I can.” She knows that her friend is in deep trouble. Because in their world, the percentage of the female and male omega is beyond inferior to the number of alphas. In short, omegas like her are very important for Parallelian's propagation. So hurting an Omega is a serious crime, not unless the perpetrator belongs to the royal family. The royal dominant alphas.

I stepped out of the room and walked a bit closer to the kitchen where I heard whispers from the maids. “I can't believe she can be so scheming.” One of the maids spat out the words with disgust. I stood by a corner close to the kitchen and peeped, so I could hear what they were saying clearly. “She's an Omega of the pack and she was once a maid like us and now she's the mate of the Alphas. She must have done something to climb her way to where she is now.” Another maid added. I knew the pack members would never accept me as the mate to the Alphas. I was aware am an Omega and as one, I wasn't accepted among other pack members.

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

She claps twice and everyone moved to do just as she said. They didn’t expect me to do all of this work today, what the hell do these omegas think I am? I mean props for this Gold gal that I am but if it was my own body I would be having a fit right about now. Catherina and I waited till everyone was done, she closes the door we both came thru, then she walked towards me, crossing her arms she spoke in authority, “you are an omega, do you know what an omega stands for?” I shook my head.

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

Isadora Dawson was the first Omega to go against all the odds and the old traditions, and managed to score at the top of her high school year class and was rewarded with an acceptance into the Werewolf Academy. Omegas were no more than a pack's servant, usually serving the Alpha and Beta families, though some were treated no better than slaves. An Omega rarely found their fated mate; instead, they were either claimed by an Alpha or sent to the Omega Breeding Centre. The Omega Breeding Centre is just that. As Omegas were the lowest of werewolf ranks and as they were the closest to being human, they were able to conceive more frequently than an Alpha, Beta or Gamma female, and they were the on

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.