Which Omegaverse Dynamic Are You Novels & Stories

He wiggled the whip in front of everyone. "Or maybe worse, that depends on Alpha Cain's mood. Rule number two: all of you will work as servants to everyone with a higher position than yours. Since all of you are Omegas, you are bottom of the food chain. You will know our position by the color of our aura. As you know, your fellow Omegas are pale weak oranges, almost human-like. Gammas, like me, are bright yellow. Deltas like Dimitry are green Betas are shades of light blue.

My name is Ava Rose—eighteen years old, Omega of the Selene Pack. From the moment I could understand my place in this world, I knew what I was destined for. As an Omega, I have no authority, no rights, and certainly no claim to stand by His side. I was never meant to rule. Never meant for greatness.

Even without a wolf's scent, my instincts were screaming. ​A man stepped into the sickly yellow light of the neon sign. He didn't smell like a wolf. He didn't even smell entirely human. He smelled like ozone, old parchment, and burnt circuitry. He was an Outcaster—a "Static," one of the rare humans who lived on the fringes of the Lycan corporate world, surviving by selling the one thing wolves couldn't master: pure, unadulterated data. ​"Nobody is looking for me," I rasped. My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "I'm an Omega. I'm nothing."

While Beta Sentinel were the above-average type of this category that could rival a common Alpha and keep up with a Prime. And for the longest time, the third category, the Omegas were considered to be the lowest and weakest. But the Dominant Omegas had challenged and changed the view of their race towards them in general. Dominants were physically stronger than common Omegas. They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel.

“Never tell anyone that you're Liam's mate!” Only that? “Simple instruction.” I answer, brushing it off. He watches me, probably waiting for a reaction, but too bad for him, he isn't getting any. I'm used to this kind of treatment anyway. After all, I'm an Omega, the lowest of the werewolf ranks ever! He gets off first and I follow after him and we both walk towards the backdoor as Trevor starts explaining to me all sorts of things.

He fanned and blew at them with his mouth, and in a sudden flint; the flames busted through, glowing blue and red. Then he stood up slowly, and dropped the fan above the fireplace; craning his neck sideways with his back facing me, but his eyes towards me. "You said it yourself you think the Rogues might be Omegas..." he answered. "And you found that invisible map inside a box that alludes to their pack...so if one of them had lost it in battle, that meant whoever he was, he was an Omega…" His last words hit me unexpectedly. Making me pause; freezing to an ice statue. The realization that struck me was fiercer than the lightning that struck outside. And my heart began beating erratically.

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.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

It was a crisp, blue-lettered form bearing the stamp of the Supreme Medical Board. "Yesterday morning, I completed a full, unsuppressed genetic evaluation with the federal sports commission," I declared, holding the paper up for camera two to zoom in on the seal. The lens zoomed in, capturing the dark black ink printed across the bottom line: OFFICIAL REGISTRY CLEARANCE STATUS: ACTIVE OMEGA ATHLETE DYNAMIC COMPLIANCE: 100% UNRESTRICTED "I am an Omega," I said, looking straight into the homes of millions of viewers across the country. "I score goals on the first line. I play alongside the best captain in the league. And my dynamic does not make me weak. It makes me who I am."

I then shifted it from hand to hand, playing with the weapon. "I don't think you're understanding. You and I are mates. I might be an Omega, but it doesn't change the fact that you and I share a bond." He said placing his hand on my knee which made sparks emit from our contact. I moved my leg away from him as fast as possible. No omega touched me.