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Omega World
This is a brief description of my omegaverse, as they are all a bit different. I tried to make this as concise and easy to understand as possible, as the bigger points will come out during the book (I think).
Alphas are the biggest, strongest, most dominant of the designations. They are typically in charge of higher-class jobs. Males have a knot and females have a lock that they use to hold an omega to them during intercourse. Most are members of a pack, although there are some that prefer to be without a pack of their own. They will bite and claim the other designation (other than their own) to tie a pack together, with one important caveat: omegas must choose them, not the other way around. Omegas will typically bite first, and they must be agreeable to taking the alpha’s bite or the bond they are trying to form might never complete.
Omegas are the sweetest, most nurturing designation. They crave the protection and security that they feel an alpha can provide. Omegas are typically shorter than betas or alphas. They love soft, cuddly things and building nests. They are very particular, and what is good for one omega might not be for the other. Omegas can be needy and clingy, but they are loyal to a fault to those they love or claim as their pack.
Typically, there is one omega per pack, as omegas are the rarest of the designations. They release a “perfume,” a blast of their unique scent when they are near someone that they may be compatible with or if turned on. They can take an alpha’s knot, no training necessary. In fact, they crave that and need it often, especially during a heat.
Omegas have sensitive noses. They want to be surrounded by the smells that they like, typically those of their chosen pack. They will take clothing, bedding, anything they can find that belongs to their pack and use that to build their nests.
Omegas in this world go into heat quarterly, starting at age twenty-five. They last three to five days, depending on the omega. When in the throes of a heat, they become almost lost to a foggy state. They don’t know what time it is, what day it is, or how much time has passed, just that they need their alphas/pack to help them through the growing urge to reach climax.
Bonding to a pack is normally done during a heat, although it is not necessary and some packs will bond outside of a normal heat cycle. Claiming bites are typically given around scent glands. There are some on the wrists, neck, and inner thighs. Biting near these marks helps a pack’s fragrances begin to blend. A bite given to an alpha from an omega, or vice versa, will never fade.
At the age of eighteen, a person’s designation will become clear. Scents change, growth spurts happen for alphas, and perfuming happens for omegas. If nothing changes, the person will remain what everyone starts out as: a beta. This is the most common designation. Betas are average-sized and less dominant, but not nearly as submissive as an omega. They can be trained to take a knot from an alpha, and most, if in a pack, want to. An alpha’s bite will solidify them into the pack, with or without an omega. Omegas can claim them as well. However, that bite will fade and they will need to be bitten again. Betas do not have a claiming bite of their own.
The goal for most alphas and omegas is to make a pack, preferably one they are scent matched to. Matches like that play a major role in making packs, especially to omegas that have such sensitive noses. Betas’ scents are less strong and usually, they come into a pack due to a preexisting relationship with either an omega or an alpha.
Scent matches usually do not occur before age twenty-five for omegas. Prior to that, they may like and enjoy a particular person’s smell, but they won’t feel the pull or draw of a match. While it is possible that if a scent is a strong enough match, alphas or omegas may react sooner, but this is very rare.
All alphas and omegas in this omegaverse will attend an academy or school where they will learn about what their designations mean. Omegas start school at twenty and attend for four years, graduating the year prior to their heat starting. Alphas will attend as soon as they show their designation and go for two years, as they do not have heats to prepare for. The schools they attend are separate.
Regarding omegas, there are local schools in every town that have an omega population. There are also several schools spread throughout the country that parents can choose to send their omega to if they have the funds.
The “best” omega academy is the ORA, Omega Rising Academy. It is very expensive, so typically only the richest omegas attend. Male and female omegas attend the same school. The goal of the ORA is that upon graduation, all their omegas will be matched up and bonded to a pack.
Right before graduation, the ORA holds a mixer, where alphas are invited to come meet the omegas that are finishing school. They mingle, chat, and they are allowed the opportunity to scent one another. It is very expensive to attend these mixers. Due to that, the ORA feels confident in extending a guarantee that all their graduating omegas will leave school with a “good match.” So far, they have never failed at this goal.
Some omegas will attend the ORA through a sponsorship. This means that a pack and the omega have come to an agreement of sorts. They pay the omega’s way through school with the understanding that after graduation, he or she will join their pack. The omega can always choose not to, and it’s not a requirement, but there has never been a case where the omega has not chosen that pack as theirs. An omega that secures sponsorship is viewed as privileged because they already have a pack lined up for graduation.
Chapter1
Riley
If only I were twenty-five and bonded, then I could help my parents,I thought as my feet traveled the long but well-known path home from the market. I shivered in the cold December air wrapping my arms around myself and pulling my basket close to my chest, protecting the contents. Our food budget wasn’t stretching as far as it had in previous weeks. There was hardly enough in here to feed Dell. How were the rest of us going to make enough meals to last the week?
Mom and Dad would most likely go without, again, making sure my brother and I got fed. It always made me feel so guilty when I was eating and my parents would say they were fine and needed nothing. The only slight silver lining right now was that my older brother, Drew, had possibly found his pack recently. He was off visiting them while they all got to know one another. That was one less mouth to feed.
As it was, there was very little I could do now. Someday, I'd have a pack and they’d be strong, powerful. They’d protect me, like Drew’s pack would for him. Even as a beta, there was someone out there for him, so surely there would be someone for me as well.
Not around here, though. That was for sure. I picked up my pace as I passed the pub. Alpha Brown was sitting outside with a beer in hand. He made me feel gross. He always gawked at me for too long. Today was no exception. He licked his lips and stared right at me as I walked by. His eyes were never higher than chest level.
That couldn't be how they all were, right? I mean, my younger brother Dell wasn't like that. He was an alpha and talked highly of how he would treat his omega when he found them. How he planned to keep them in comfort for the rest of their life.
The alphas in this town didn't hold his ideals. They all seemed to think that it should honor me that they graced me with a wave or a smile. The alphas around here expected their omegas to all but bow down to them. It was clear the omega they had in mind would be meek and obey their every whim without question.
To heck with that!
I wanted love, acceptance, family, and cuddles. So many cuddles. When I thought of my perfect pack, I didn’t see their faces. All I was concerned with was what their personalities would be. I couldn't care less what they looked like or even what their genders were. I just wanted them to love me for who I was.
I wanted someone to cherish me.
In my daydreaming, I’d completely missed that I was home. My family's small, quaint house stood in front of me. A gate hung on by a single hinge, keeping the yard separate from the street. Sighing, I opened the mailbox and gathered up the stack inside.
Flipping through the letters absently, I saw there were double the amount of brightly colored envelopes this time. I grimaced in sympathy for my parents. So many overdue bills. Why the companies thought it was appropriate to send past due bills in these envelopes to further embarrass families was beyond me.
Behind the junk mail and a brochure from my local omega school—where I had been attending the last two years—there was one large, thick envelope.
