Chapter 1 weak omega

Sofia's Pov:

Listen to me, you omega! The next time you try to disrespect me I'll make sure you regret it. You're nothing in this pack. Nobody wants you, and you're not important. Even your own family despises you.

They mocked me...and one of them says, your father sees you as a disappointment. A strong beta bloodline like his, only to end up having an omega for a daughter.

You're nothing but a disgrace to his bloodline. A warrior pushed me back, my back hitting the wall. They laughed, and another stepped on my leg before walking out.

I've been used to this my whole life. Born from a betaline, ended up an omega. I struggled to stand, bruised and sore. But... two days. Two days, and I'll be out of this pack house, moving to the house my late grandma left me.

The agreement was clear, Once Sofia turns eighteen she's to have access to everything her grandma left for her and be free of her duties the Alpha had declared it, eight years ago. Two days. Forty-eight hours.

As they laughed and walked out of the laundry room, I dragged myself up. I wasn't healing from the torture and beating from Vanessa and her friends yesterday, and now another injury today. I limped down the back corridor, heading to my small room... I saw my father standing in the hallway, giving me that look of disappointment, anger, disgust. Because I'd brought nothing but shame to his bloodline. My parents had always been angry... My sister was born a beta. strong, beautiful, and powerful like every, beta female should be. But me... fragile, weak, and an omega. Ever since they detected it when I was five, my father's shown nothing but hate. They expected a boy, but got a weak omega girl instead. My grandmother took me in, trained me, loved me till she died when I was eleven.

When I got to where my father was standing, he said, "Sofia, you've done nothing but bring disgrace. Because of you, those warriors insult our family name. Can't you try to stand up for yourself? I bent my head. "Father, you know I can't fight back..." He cut me off. "Just go to your room. Clean up. You look like a mess." He walked out.

I headed to the small storage room at the end of the back house, my space since I was brought back here at eleven. An omega's life in the pack is better than mine,I'm more of a slave. I do the cooking; the omegas do little. I do most of the hard work.

After I finished cleaning up my body and dressing my wound, I headed downstairs to prep dinner. I'm the only one who makes breakfast and dinner; the other omegas just serve. I headed to the kitchen and started prepping for dinner. After a few hours, I was done making dinner – spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread for the pack. After the omegas entered the kitchen to serve dinner, I headed back to my room to lie down and wait for them to finish. That way, I could go back to the kitchen, clean the dishes, and scrape leftovers. I don't eat fresh food in the house or eat when I'm cooking. Whatever the pack members leave on the plate, I'll scrape together and eat. That'll probably be my meal for the day.

About two hours later, I knew they'd finished eating. I headed downstairs, cleaned the dining table, packed all the dishes to the kitchen, and scraped the remaining leftovers on the plates. I cleaned up the kitchen, made sure everything was tidy. I took the plate of food I'd managed to scrape and sat down on the kitchen floor to eat. My stomach grumbled as I put the first bite in my mouth.

This was my first meal of the day. I wasn't lucky with breakfast; the warriors had eaten everything in the morning. I try to enjoy it because I have no idea when I'd eat again. After I was done eating, I cleaned the plate and headed upstairs to my room to sleep. Going up, I bumped into my sister Vanessa, the precious daughter of the family. "Wow, if it's not the omega," she said. "It's a good thing I met you. Go to my room and pick the dress I kept on the bed. Iron it for me. I'll be wearing it to school tomorrow. And there should be no mistake. If I come back from the party tonight, I want to see that dress ironed." She pushed me out of the way and left. I went to her room to pick up the dress to iron. I met my mother. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm here to pick up Vanessa's dress to iron ," I said. She said, "Hurry up and get out of my sight. I don't want to see you." I left, ironed the dress, took it back to her room, and retired for the night. Hoping tomorrow'll get better... but I know it's just wishful thinking. My life's always been like this hell and painful. I want to be strong till my eighteenth birthday. two day to go.