What Does Omega Mean In Slang の小説・ストーリー

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

“Betas and Omegas do all the hard work to provide Alphas with the goods and services we rely on and the luxury items we can’t do without. Yet, many of us respond to these people with scorn, disdain, and ridicule.” “The Beta and Omega population are valuable assets to our society. Why do we treat them as lesser beings than ourselves? We must do better. Our society depends on it and on them.” “My friend shouldn’t be afraid to be here, and no Beta or Omega should be called names like ‘a dog tail’ merely for existing ever again.” The crowd gasped at my use of an evil slang term for a female wolf who isn’t an Alpha. It had never come from my lips before. But I needed them to understand how Amy fe

“But I do think it would do you some good to learn how to fight. Self-defense and stuff like that.” “So, you do think I’m weak,” I answered trying to hold back the venom and pain I felt in each and every one of his words. “Jeez, thanks, mate!” “You’re an omega,” he answered harshly, apparently annoyed with the venom in my tone. “Omegas are weak. That’s not an insult, that’s a statement!”

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

she continued, her tone sharper, "here you are. An omega." The word hung in the air, heavy with disdain. "Tell me, Luna, do you even know what it means to hold such a title? To carry the weight of being a pack's guiding light? You… an omega. It's almost laughable. Do you really believe you're worthy of him? Worthy of any of this?"

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.”

"The one with no pack family?" "I heard she lived in the slums," the first girl continues. "With that drunk uncle of hers." Heat floods my cheeks. My hands shake with anger, but I keep them at my sides. Fighting will only make things worse. It always does for wolves like me. "What's wrong?" The blonde girl steps closer. Her wolf's dominance presses against mine, making me want to bare my throat in submission. "Cat got your tongue, Omega?" The word burns. It's supposed to be just a rank. The lowest in our world. But the way she says it makes it sound like something dirty. Something shameful.

Before I could open my mouth another one came near me and took a long whiff. What was she doing? Trying to smell my armpit? “You smell like a werewolf. What are you doing here?” Now they all were frowning at me. “I …I’m an Omega… I mean I used to serve as an omega… in my pack…” “OMEGA!” they all almost screamed in unison. “What is an Omega doing in our block?” “There must be some mistake.” “Take her back to the in charge. She doesn’t belong here.” I was standing there like a fool hearing all kinds of remarks about me.

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

What it actually meant to be an omega to the people of the pack I grew up with. "An omega can only dream of becoming a Luna. She will never be one even if she desires to. After all, she's only here to serve the Alpha King in bed. A weak and powerless omega like her... Nothing good will come out of them except their skills in bed and being a bloody sacrifice in the battlefield. That's her and the rest of her race's only use." "Truly, a person who was born as a slave will also die as a slave."