Zodiac Signs Top Or Bottom Novels & Stories

self-esteem. Omega’s were the lowest rank for wolves, well other than humans, which were lower. Our ranks were as followed: Pack Alpha’s (like my father) and their Luna’s (like my mother) were at the top, Alphas (such as myself or my brother who are of Alpha Blood), Pack Betas (Pack Alphas second in command or right-hand man), Betas (offspring of Pack Betas or those of Beta Blood), Gammas (Luna’s personal bodyguard, these were usually chosen, regardless of rank), Deltas, and Omegas. Although Deltas and Omegas were at the bottom of our ranks, it does not mean that they do not hold and important position in the pack. As my father had once explained it to me, Deltas and Omegas’ role in the

Levi says, deadpanning at Jin. The Ursa Major is the only opposing family Southern birds and Zodiacs have. "Still--" "They had been disrespecting you since your first year as our guardian, Jinan. What are you even thinking? Are you just gonna let those bastards step on us?" Levi says. "Stop it, Levi! It's my fault. I'm the only one that should suffer--not the lunarians."

Once they reached their prime age of 13 they will then shift on their wolves. Omegas The lowest of the low rank. Contrary to popular belief Omegas are not given to the weakest link but they are given as a punishment to those who are troublesome and disrespectful. It is mostly given to newly shifted wolves cause they are still struggling with their animalistic urges.

Auntie Leanna asked. I was about to answer her when Luna chimed in. "Mamiya, yes. I'm fine, right?" "Excuse me, I chose that for Nola," Dyzhia explained. Luna simply scoffed and sat next to Auntie Leanna. As the minutes passed, they all went downstairs one by one. The sign of Aries was the last to descend. As he made his way down the stairs, his brow furrowed. "Uh, Aries is triggered, Nola," Luna said quietly.

The crowd looked on in amazement. Kent chuckled as he paid the fortune-teller. “Master, please do a reading for my girlfriend,” he requested. The fortune-teller nodded. He asked Megan, “Miss, when were you born? Please let me know the time as well.” Megan replied excitedly, “Sixth of October, three in the afternoon.” “October six, three in the afternoon…” The fortune-teller closed his eyes and muttered to himself. He calculated with his fingers and said, “Your Day Master Heavenly Stem is gold. Among the five elements, you have an affinity for the water element and are lacking in wood!”

I flash him a smile, trying so hard to make him stop. Zephyr turn his attention to the back seat and said, “One more thing. Dusty thought that we were being followed. The two of you, stay vigilant.” Elm smacked into his seat, “What the f*ck! Don’t tell me it was Castor? For the Moon Goddess, I hate that guy, he always act like he is an Alpha, even he was just a Beta.” Suddenly Elm turn his attention to me, “For your information, Beta is the second rank after the Alpha, and the lowest rank there is the omega, Enforcer and a No-rank.”

I asked. “We call it the Colony Nest,” he said, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall. “Our leaders live at the very bottom, and the nearly rankless demons occupy the top levels. We’re currently on the second tier from the bottom. I had my quarters customized because I’ve already earned my rank.” “What rank is that?” I looked back at him. “And why aren’t the leaders at the top of the Nest?”

Master Callen picked up a piece of chalk and wrote four words across the board: Base – Core – Elite – Sovereign. “These,” he said, “are the four ranks that define who you are as a werewolf.” He faced us again. “You cannot train into a higher rank. You are born with it — marked by your wolf’s strength and the spirit the Moon Goddess gave you.” He pointed to the first word. “Base Rank. The most common. These wolves have ordinary energy. They make up most of the packs — workers, scouts, healers, and laborers. Strong in their own right, but not made for battle.”

"So she could humiliate me somewhere else? So everyone could see me run away again?" "Yes." The word comes out harsher than I intended. "Because that's what smart omegas do. They know their place." Something flickers across her face. Pain, maybe. Or disappointment. "My place," she repeats slowly. "That's right. At the bottom. Where you belong." "And where does Celeste belong?" "At the top. With me. Where she's always belonged." Evangeline nods like she's filing away information. "I see. So when she pours water on me, that's her right as someone at the top?"

The hierarchy is everything. I don't mean that loosely. I mean it in the way that oxygen is everything, not a preference, not a cultural quirk, just the fundamental structure that everything else is built on top of. Alpha at the top. Beta directly below. Then the elders, then the senior pack members, then everyone else in an order that I'm still working out but that every wolf in this house seems to understand instinctively without anyone having to explain it. Where does a human Luna fit in that structure?