Omega Drop 소설 & 이야기

"A what?" He laughed. "An Omega man. He doesn't care about being seen by his peers as the toughest, smartest, most popular." "Like the typical alpha," she commented. "Exactly. Omega men have a resourcefulness and cunning to get the job done with their own skill. They are all things alpha and more." He swallowed some coffee. "When I left for the Marines, my father gave me a tiny pin to wear, the Greek Omega symbol. He told me to carry it into battle and use it as a guiding force in my life. It gave me strength without wearing my ego on my sleeve."

My emotions were a mess but I didn’t want them to know that, especially not Tyrone. “They’ll probably tell you this at the hospital too, but I wanted to inform you in case you weren’t aware of it.” He paused and lowered his voice even though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re Omega is underweight. With her heat so close it’s best to stick to a healthy balanced diet.” “Thank you,” Tyrone growled through clenched teeth. “Have a good night.” I watched from beneath my lashes as he walked to the ambulance and climbed in. A moment later they drove off and disappeared into the dark night.

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.

Even if it means that he has to go to his painfully long sessions with his doctor. An Omega is one of three classifications of humans today. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. The lowest of the hierarchy and the kind of people who belong in the one percent of the whole world population. The kind who experiences what they call “Heat”. Heat is like menstruation to normal Beta women—an indication of full body maturation for pregnancy.

“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.”

The little quirks of what I am weren't very prominent or happened very often when I didn't have a mate. I've never felt the feelings that I feel now which pull them from me involuntarily. And now that I have a mate, the embarrassing sounds have been happening more and more often. I wonder what he thinks of me? I wonder if it bothers him that I'm a class 3 Delta warrior. A class 3 Delta warrior isn't just a ranking, it's actually who I am or what I am I should say. Omega's are the lowest, they're the weakest, smallest, and they have very feminine features. They are also all submissives. They can get pregnant, but they cannot get anyone pregnant.

“Just...I am an omega. So…” Jamie and Brandon had already joined Eric. Vi crossed her arms. “Look, being an omega wolf or a beta wolf doesn’t matter. This differentiation has been created for the advantage of the power-mongering alphas. If strength is not your forte then I am sure something else is. You just have to hone that skill and strengthen it.” She smiled and walked away, leaving me stunned. What she said wasn't untrue, being a beta, alpha or an omega didn’t matter as long as you served the pack faithfully, as long as you were brave. Without thinking further, I followed her. ~~~~

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

When I finally stepped out, I was a little bit calm. It took all my being not to have had sex with him earlier, since in the car when his pheromones were being released, my wolf almost took over but I barely managed to control it. Because I knew if I let it take over then it would be a disaster, I can't believe he has never had his heat. I wonder why though, because I know Omegas experienced their first heat immediately when they turn 17 and I could guess he's above that age already, so why did he say he experienced it before.