Ômega Novels & Stories

I said because true dawn had arrived. "Sheep, tell me what an omega is," I commanded sternly, standing tall with my arms crossed against my chest. "Omegas are domestics…"

Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge? Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

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."

I was on my feet before the dust even began to settle. Freya staggered, taking one step, then two, and then her wolf shook, half-shifted, and then pulled back. She dropped to one knee with her hand on the sand. Her face was tight with effort. She was fighting it, whatever it was, as she tried to stay up. Omega-bane. That's what it was. A substance that suppressed Omegas specifically, weakened the connection to their wolf side, and made shifting nearly impossible. It was extremely illegal and very hard to get.

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

“Then, what are you uneasy about like this? We love each other, isn't that more than enough. Do you believe me if I am happy if I live with you? If you don't believe me, then I will promise to always accept you, accompanying you in difficult or happy circumstances. Whatever our circumstances will be, I still love you because you are my Alpha.” The beautiful Omega smiled heartily with her hands stretched out, stroking tan-skinned cheeks under her body.

"You're not allowed to move. We are not done talking." "Who said I was interested?" Elle didn't bother holding back this time. The woman had the audacity to touch her and even hold her back which pissed the hell out of Arielle. Arielle was an Omega and Omegas are known for their rough tactics, after all, they need to be cruel and harsh in order to survive alone.

“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.”