Omega Complex の小説・ストーリー

The way he pretended I didn’t exist unless it was convenient. He never said the words, but I knew I wasn’t wanted. Not that I could have rejected him even if I tried. I was just an omega, and in our world, an omega rejecting an alpha in front of his pack was practically a death sentence. It would be seen as defiance. Treason. They would’ve torn me apart for even trying.

Pulling up my phone, I texted Silas. ‘I might do some meddling with the fates.’ Once I sent it, I set my phone down and turned it on silent. “So how do we start?” Charles asked and I smiled. Taking a deep breath, I looked past the two of them. “Charles, how familiar are you with Omegas?” Sam froze for a second and looked at Charles. Charles closed his eyes for a moment and crossed his arms. “I am aware there are four main genes of wolves, as well as hodgepodge of just garden variety wolves.” I laughed at his analogy but let him continue. “You have Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega. Everyone else that doesn’t fall into that ends up being just normal.”

"If we had tried to assign these wolves to Council members, well, there really would be a werewolf-vampire war. So we released them from the pack, and only I know where they now roam. Only I know their numbers. And I'm not telling." "Alpha, you think yourself smarter than the Elders. But when we skin your wife and child before your eyes, you will tell us whatever we want to know!" I felt faint. They would do it because they are just that cold blooded. Paul narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. What will happen is that I become the wolf, and he will kill you or die trying. When I die there is no one to turn off the Omegas. Did I happen to mention that they are the ones I sent to Euro

The wolves were shifting around me, but I refused to look at them. Alpha Xavier was among them. I could smell him. I could feel his alpha aura raging and flickering angrily around me like a soldering fire. His anger was good though. He's kill me for sure, and by doing so the pup within me. It wouldn't be my fault. After all, I'm just a weak little omega against a fucking alpha. I shouldn't have even been able to get this far. "What the hell are you doing?"

The staff are a mixture of non-ranked wolves and Omega wolves. Omega wolves are wolves who are – for whatever reason – unable to shift. They have heightened senses and can even speak to their wolf spirit, but because they can’t shift a lot of packs mistreat Omegas or treat them as less than everyone else, but we don’t believe in that. We don’t enslave anyone and being staff here is a paid job like any other. It’s offered to anyone who wants it, and we offer them free room and board if they wish.

"You said that there are three classifications of a wolf. The first one is the Alpha, who is consist of the strongest in the pack. The second one is the Luna, they are the mate of the alpha who gain the blessing of the goddess of the moon. Lastly, the Beta who is not as dominant as the wolves whose alpha. They are much like a normal person. But I saw a term called Omega. Do they exist? "I didn't saw that question coming to explain to you about it circumstance. Omega do exist. They are those who is the rules of the wolf pack and was forced to ascend to way by the elders some circumstances of omegas are the one who choose to break their connection to the pack. It's been a long time since

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

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."

Walter nodded appreciatively. “So this world of yours works just like wolves hierarchy? A pack, an Alpha and... Do you have omegas?” Walter had no idea people like him existed in their own individual worlds, neither did he know anything about how things worked there. But he had a special liking to wolf animals and knew all about them. He was surprised to hear shifters followed the same pattern as the wolf animals. “There are omegas.” Olive walked back to sit beside Wayne. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

This is also the secret that she has hidden for many years. Usually, Alpha and Beta werewolves' wounds heal faster than Omega attribute werewolves. Where she lives, werewolf Omega is very despised and easily bullied by the council. Because they are weak and defenseless, they are considered useless and parasitic. She witnessed tragic scenes, many Omega werewolves because they could not stand the oppression of the Alpha and Beta werewolves but had to commit suicide. But the departure of the Omega class was considered an insult to the wolf race.