What Is An Omega Novels & Stories

"How can you protect me when we are a basically same. No shades though,but you are human and I am an Omega. There is no much difference between us." ••• Maya's words basically kept me up that night and even after dinner with just Lory and Aiden, since Layla wasn't back, I had a lot going on inside my head. I would have asked Aiden what Maya meant but he had been whisked away by the guards to his home office and that left me alone with my thoughts. That was why I resulted to seeking answers from the internet. But I did not know how accurate the internet was as most of their data was based on fiction. However, I could gather that the word Omega is the last letter of the Greek alphabet as the w

I'd seen what omegas in the pack looked like so I could picture. Omega wolves were termed so not because they were born the packs' weakest, but because it simply took more time for them to grow into the strength level of those who were born gammas. Gammas were widely called the lowest strength level in the hierarchy of the packs as they were known to dominate young omegas only. An older and experienced born omega was equal to a gamma so they became seen and referred to as that.

“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'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.

"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.

“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.”

I wasn't going to keep on talking to her if she wasn't going to tell me her name. "What's your name?" "I'm Nessa, I'm an Omega." I frowned, I certainly didn't know what Omega meant but it did mean something powerful back when I used to live with my mom. "Umm, I don't know what that means but it does mean something powerful right?" She shook her head. "No, an omega wolf can be either male or female and is the scapegoat, the lowest ranking member of the pack."

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.

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.