Omega Complex の小説・ストーリー

"Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?" This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression. Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father. The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega. "She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

"He says I am worthless." I stare at her. "You are not ugly," I say. She shrugs. She does not believe me. "I was going to be an omega. I did not want to be an omega." "What is an omega?" "An omega is a girl who has not been claimed. They are the lowest of the pack. They do not get to run with the others. They do not get to hunt." I feel bad for her. She ran from her pack because she did not want to be an omega. But she ended up a prisoner instead. She is stuck in the white wolf's lair and she will never run with anyone.

They were clearly stronger than omegas yet the omegas had to do all the work . Tyler wore his clothes and glasses then hopped on his old bicycle before cycling to the pack house just as soon as he reached the pack house, Tyler was greeted by the Gamma's daughter Beverly Isaac and He internally groaned like as she had always been bugging him probably because he was weak, Tyler does not know what her problem with him was, "if it isn't our little pup." Ralph, Tyler's wolf growled in disagreement he hates being called a pup 'you just have to bear with for my sake.' Tyler told him. _________

And for an orphan, being an omega means you would receive a lot of preferential policies, and therefore, your life will be more comfortable. Humans, since primitive times, in order to resist the harshness of nature, have divided themselves into three sexes: alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas take the guidance role, become the leader taking everyone in the right direction. Betas, like worker ants, are the major parts that form the society, appearing in every field of career. Omega does the task of reproduction, and what is given by nature has enabled them to give birth to more eminent children.

Menroe stammered, his fear palpable. Steele hummed in response before reaching for Menroe's neck, choking him without a hint of remorse. Hunter turned his attention to Freya, carefully cradling her delicate hands within his own. One of his large hands enveloped both of hers. "She's an omega, which means she lacks the healing abilities of other wolves. Her body takes three times longer to heal than that of an ordinary wolf. Are you aware of this, Beta?" Hunter inquired, tilting his head in Will's direction.

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."

Chapter 1 “I’m only telling you this, because life can do terrible things,” - Terrible Things by Mayday Parade An Omega is the lowest ranking in a Werewolf pack. ‘O’ is the last alphabet in the Greek Alphabet, so that makes Omega the lowest ranking. I am the Omega/Slave of the Broken Shadows pack. I don’t know why I got this position but they said that it was because I was ugly and unexpected. I don’t know if it’s true because I don’t think I am ugly. I think that I am just average. Being an Omega isn’t easy. The beating when you do something wrong. The words that they say to you get lodged in your brain and don’t want to come out and the bruises.

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.

Organizing. "Omegas are rare," she said. "One in several hundred wolves, maybe less. Nobody agrees on the exact number because there aren't reliable records — omegas historically didn't advertise, for reasons I'll get to." She paused. "They present differently from other wolves. They're not dominant, they're not submissive in the traditional sense — they're something else. Something adjacent. The abilities vary, but the common ones are—" She stopped. She started again more carefully. "Accelerated healing. Not just their own — they can support healing in others, with proximity, sometimes with touch. They calm aggressive wolves. Not by force, not by dominance, just — a quality they have. Like

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"