Omega M Novels & Stories

In their lives they had heard so much damage in a single being- What worries me most is the hormonal status of this omega- Hades's blood froze. -What are you talking about?- -As you know, a normal wolf has her heat once every 100 years, an omega three at this same time. Perhaps you have not realized that all their children are close in age, with a maximum difference of 20 years. And we talk about 5- -It can't be- Liam fell to his knees.

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.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.

Camila's life had not been very good, at her young age she had had to deal with many problems, money was always part of those problems, and now and for some months her mother's illness was driving her to the brink of madness. Mer, Camila's mother, was an orange-scented omega who is little by little was fading her light because of senile dementia. Needing a lot of care, very expensive care, the young omega did not know what to do at that moment. She felt at a dead end.

“We found out that she never registered you at the omega center when you were born.” I frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “Every omega born needs to be registered at the omega center. It’s for them to keep track of omegas to make sure that they aren’t being abused or anything.” “So they don’t have a record of me?” Val shook his head. “We want to register you at the omega center…we want to register as a pack.” “A pack?” “We are pack.” “We are.” His smiled widened. “A family.” “Yes.”

♦Raphael’s POV♦ “An omega?” I gasped, unable to hide my shock, and my chest tightened. “Are you certain?” “Ninety-nine percent certain alpha.” She nodded. “We ran different tests to confirm, and they gave the same results. There’s no mistake; the Luna is an omega.” ‘Arielle is an omega!’ The thought echoed in my head as it sank in. Then it all suddenly made sense. Everything. The strange connection between us…

“So, we would like to offer you a place here in the states, as werewolves and lycan are not so different after all.” “That would be very kind of you,” Hazel replied meekly. “But…” The Luna interjected. “You are not part of our pack. Hence, you can only stay as an Omega,” she explained. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hazel looked at her daughter's hazel eyes, and with a deep breath, she made the choice any mother would've made. “I accept the conditions,” she announced. After Hazel had been officially converted to an Omega by taking an oath and shaking her hand, which she'd cut a bit to draw out blood, with the Alpha, who had done the same. She went out clutching her baby.

I asked, and my wolf rolled her eyes at me. "Be careful. I might be an omega wolf, but my sense of perception and observation are very high, as is my IQ. The Orkan I perceived was quite recent—say, three months ago. Orkan, when used for the wrong purposes, can mess with the mind of whoever's been taking it."

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.

TokeSignals84: It doesn't have to be like this, All we need to do is make sure we keep talking MyHelperz: I would LOVE for that little bitch to talk about OEMGAS!! Oooh, my dick is hard! I want to hear more about OEMGAS!! CrzyDwnHr: Omegas are a legit part of our history. Why shoudn’t she talk about them? RelevantKeywordOuch: Bite me, @MyHelperz. WhatYuzVant: Omegas? Oh yeah, you wolves are all weird about them because they’re super sexy and stuff, right? Like, no wolf can resist them?