The fire was burned out and thus why the cold was worse. Yeah, I know that one might say that we are lucky here, no slaves anywhere gets fireplace and charcoals on winters except us but mind you I never wished to be a slave.

I have stayed here for about five months and am still embittered that I ended up here. It still hurts that I ended up here working my life out everyday for some alpha all because of some alpha's selfishness.

On that fateful day I was seated at a corner on the refuge camp hugging myself tightly. The air was tense and so was every other person there. We were kept there after our parents and grown up family members were forced to join the military unannounced in other to help in the ongoing war. My parents and my brother was among those dragged away thus why am here.

I missed them already and nothing seemed to work in distracting my mind from there not even the meager meal they served us.

I understood that the pack was in danger and we are obliged to protect it with everything we have even if it means sacrificing our lives but why my parents?

Being Omegas my parents knew nothing in war or fighting, they were just poor farmers who only wished to survive and continue their farming.

Growing up and being a child of two omega parents I was put at the omega class where we were only taught how to offer services, how to submit and bow our heads when the higher ranks ; the alphas and betas are talking.

This hierarchy is created by the alpha and I could do nothing but only complain internally, I dare not do so openly. The Omegas were never given any basic training on self defense not to talk of offense techniques so I was imagining how they were supposed to survive the war field.

"The food is getting cold. " I remember one tiny looking girl reminding me. She looked just as same age as me though along the line of our friendship I discovered that she is one year older than me. And in case you are wondering, yes we later became friends even up till now, she lies beside me in here.

She introduced herself as Lillian and I said mine too. Her parents were at the war too and she was an omega too. Gradually we were getting close just that day and I was able to stop thinking about my family for a bit. I moved on to eating my food but just halfway a bell ran, the alpha wanted to see all.

I left my food and joined the many rushing to the Alpha's house and before long we were all gathered while the alpha started his speech.

He had started by telling us that the war had ended and all was well, then he went on to rant about how much he suffered to make sure that the war ended. That got me literally rolling my eyes though internally, he obviously brought the war on us because according to what I heard he wanted to colonize a land and natural resources that was never his in the first place.

He was supposed to take care of it without complaining and if there is anything at all to complain about it should be the pack complaining of the damages she had suffered. We had lost countless soldiers and members and all he do was proudly counting what he had done for the pack.

In case you have not noticed I hate Alpha's, they are so unreasonable, pompous and selfish and my hatred was doubled since then after I heard his next words.

"I have done so much for this pack and thanks to the moon goddess we were able to settle it however sacrifices has to be made. We are going to give Golden Moon Pack 50 slaves in exchange that they end the war. " he had announced shamelessly.

There were murmurs of confusion and protest but no one had the courage to speak out, my alpha is a tyrant and no one dares challenge him even when he is stamping on the pack's right.

"We all know that a lot had happened, some of our pack killed and so we would need to regenerate new and strong generations and get back on our feet. We can only do that with the high hierarchy so for this reasons we will be giving the Omegas for the slavery. " he continued and this time there were cries in the background which mostly belonged to the Omegas.

Growing up in this pack was difficult, just being an Omega was enough crime to make your life miserable. We were bullied, pushed around and maltreated but yet the alpha did nothing about that. In fact he supported it, according to him the Omegas are lower beings and so should clean up after others of higher hierarchy.

I could remember my brother and I conspiring to run away and travel very far to the human land and life our lives as humans forever there. Life was not easy for my parents too, they were farmers who labored for the pack but yet we're treated like trash. Even though they did everything possible to make me see reasons why the Alphas behave the way they do I still hated and avoided them, to me no reasons can justify their actions on the Omegas however I can't say it out loud.

As if we haven't seen enough, we are now going to be given out as slaves in order to save others.

"What about our parents! " One voice shouted from a distance and that was when I realized that since the war had ended that my parents were supposed to be back.

" Actually it saddens my heart to say that we lost many of our solders which included the parents and new recruits but we still have some survivors. They are at the pack hospital so if your own parents are not there then accept my condolences. Trust me, they shall be forever remembered for their heroic roles. " he added faking sadness.

At that point I was barely breathing, I didn't want to loose any of my family even if we are actually going into slavery I still need them.

At his mention of the pack clinic many rushed there, myself inclusive with my heart skipping with each step I took closer.

I rushed to the pack clinic, searched round the injured but no sight of any of my family, not even my brother. I literally stopped breathing then, I searched round for the fourth time and then it occurred to me that none of them survived. I was numb and couldn't even cry, my whole world shattering inside of me. There were cries as many mourned their dead ones.

Lilian approached me all teary, she couldn't find her own parents and that was when tears finally left my eyes. I cried and cried, hated myself and my miserable life. At thar moment the only thing I wished for was death but it never did me the honor of taking me.

I hated being born and even the air I breath. " This is the height of selfishness." I had thought and at that moment I hated alphas the more. Not like I could do anything and that killed me more.

The next day we were packed like some goods and given to Golden Moon Pack, we were still grieving our family but he did not care, not even a bit.

Some people tried to run away from the pack in the night but they were caught and taught the lessons of their life. I could not even compose myself talk more of plotting to run away.

I and Lilian grieved till morning, we spent the entire night consoling each other and breaking down over and over again.

I thought that my life was over and it was true. The betrayal of being sold into slavery by my own Alpha hurts and the pains of suddenly losing my whole family crashed me heavily. I knew I was doing this for the safety of my pack but it still hurts that am the one that has to do the sacrifice, it hurts more that I was chosen because I was an Omega.

Arriving here life was not exactly what I had expected but it was still slavery. I have not experienced slavery first hand before, I only read about it in novels and it was nothing like our experience here or, let me say just a bit.

In the novels I have read, the slaves were treated like trash and beaten at any slightest chance while some were turned into sex slaves but fortunately for us here was different.

On arrival they divided us into groups and assigned rooms to each groups in an abandoned house that looked like an old pack house. They provided few basic necessities like sleeping mattress and toiletries. They feed us twice a day, morning and night and that I am very grateful for because I can not do without food.

Chapter 5 Helpless Omega

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