Whats An Omega Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

Aside from being unwanted by my parents and the whole pack, I was also an omega. Omegas are the lowest-ranking wolves, and we are usually bullied. Some of us didn't wolf out, and the others that did are simply low-borns. No one would really like to take an omega as a chosen mate. So it is usually an omega male wolf that takes an omega she wolf. That is why, if Mike really won't ask for my hand this time, then I'm done. This shitty expectation: who in Goddess' name made this cruel rule of ours? The saddest bit of it, if I have any right to be sad, is that all of this will happen on my birthday. As if it lost its meaning of being a joyful occasion since every birthday of mine, something cruel

I could not help myself. “Why would I reject you? We are mates. Tell me why.” He demanded to know. “I am an omega. They say my mother was banished. I have been an omega for as long as I can remember.” I told him and felt shame wash over me as I twiddled with my fingers. He let out a low growl and caused me to recoil into the corner of the bed. “Victoria, I assure you that I will do nothing. Those who have harmed you in any way will be dealt with accordingly. Mark my words.” He said, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

He knows and understands me so well. "Okay, the thing is, he isn't an ordinary Omega". I told him and I saw that he doesn't understand what I just said. "How do you mean? I'm confused please explain". He said. "He's a gifted Omega, as in, he has special abilities unlike other Omegas and because of his gifts he's in danger and I need to protect him". I explained. "What gift does he have? and who is he in danger from?". He asked

But if an Omega is present, the hierarchy of power is stabilized. Omega abilities are precious. They could sense another person’s emotion, especially when the Alpha is irritated, and they could disappear in seconds to avoid the Alpha’s rage. Omegas had a sixth sense for trouble too. If an Omega appeared nervous and moved quickly, it meant that something is wrong. But if an Omega appeared to be relaxed, it meant that everything was fine.

I am sure you are thinking, Oh, I am a princess, and I have the best life. How I wish that were true, but sadly, it is not. And that is all because of one thing. I am an omega. And an omega is the worst thing one can be in this kingdom. Omegas are known to be carriers of a plague that, if they are not killed, will inevitably wipe out the rest of the wolf race. Which is why once an omega is discovered, their penalty is death. Only omegas married to powerful Alphas are spared from this fate. It is believed that the mate bond with an Alpha is the only thing that can provide the diseased wolf with stability.

She looks like a mental patient. "She looks like someone who just came from the gutters; how did she even get here? Does she even know how she smells? "I can't sense any strong aura from her. She's one of those weak ones, for sure." "How did someone like that get into the palace in the first place?" "Someone should call the guards; omegas aren't allowed here." "She looks like she's planning to get a mate today; who would want an omega? Haha, she's a complete fool. Those who heard laughed as I walked behind them. The humiliation!!

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”