Omega Complex Novels & Stories

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

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.

omega. I stopped walking and froze on the spot, eyes glued to the paper. It wasn't alpha. Not beta. It was damn fucking omega. Everything disappeared in my eyesight. Even the paper went dark. The word 'omega' enlarged in my vision. O M E G A. The word rang in my head.

I had just shifted for the first time a week prior. Her father from the Omega pack had come running through the woods looking for her. She had missed curfew and had lied about where she was going with the much older Max. Her friends who had been concerned warned her father about where she was going. Omega girls are special, they can enhance a male shifter's powers, which means every male shifter wants one. Fated mate or not. They are a fathers worries and a man's calm to move forward in his pack with an Omega she-wolf by their side. The father had immediately started beating the shit out of Max, and Max was just taking the beating, not lifting a finger.

I told her honestly. “You won’t?” She seemed surprised. I shook my head. “I might be an omega and it’s what an alpha needs, but I also know that sometimes an alpha might need something else and I won’t be able to give him that.” My eyes dropped to her hands on her lap. “They taught me at the Omega centre that an omega is the only thing an alpha needs. That his life should revolve around only her and no other woman, but I had seen how unhappy some alphas were. When they got matched up with an omega, all previous relationships had to end.”

It was their choice to stay or not. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that my mate existed. What was worse was the he was an omega, the symbol of weakness in any pack. I was a strong alpha, there was no way I could have such a weak werewolf for a mate. "Why don't you just reject him," Carina, my Beta whispered in my ear. She was the only one who actually knew what was going on as I sent the other guards away. I felt that I could only trust Carina with a situation like this.

I'm an omega I don't have the ability to hear far like other wolves So what exactly happened

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

It must be killing her to know that everything she's heard came from someone she's supposed to love unconditionally. "I don't know if this changes things, Mars. I probably shouldn't be the one telling you this, but they never made it out of the house. Micca's wolf is-" How do I explain this to her in a way that she can understand? "His wolf is an omega. Omegas are the weakest of us, but they're the most vicious when they align themselves with the right alpha. Add the Warhead and he becomes a machine. Nearly unstoppable. His instincts are wired to feed what he needs.