Chapter 3 Omegas

I felt something chilly and wet on my hair when I awoke. The amount of blood in my hair and on the ground makes it appear as though I have a gash and another concussion.

In order to clean the blood off the kitchen floor, I went in search of some cleaning supplies. The last thing I desired was for the Alpha to reappearance and exact revenge on me for the blood I had shed. A kind hand gently stroked my shoulder as I was about to open the supply closet door. I shook because I wasn't prepared for anyone.

All I could hear was, "Don't worry, sweet child, I won't hurt you." Mrs. Ollie, our pack's cook, was standing behind me when I turned around. Her kind and friendly eyes somehow conveyed to me that she was different from the others and wouldn't harm me.

What happened to you, my dear? she enquired. However, I have a sense that, before asking, she already knew.

Everyone is aware that I am the scapegoat and pack slave.

"Don't worry, sweetheart; just follow me, and I'll take care of you. We'll keep it a secret, she assured.

I then went after her.

I followed, even knowing it would get her into trouble and give me another beating.

I needed to feel secure with someone for just a moment.

It's been so long since I've received any kind of kindness or been spoken to as a person rather than a target of abuse.

I wasn't going to refuse the gift if fate permitted it. I would be a foolish girl today and give in to the warmth she is extending to me. I have yearned for even the tiniest amount of love for so long. Since the world has repeatedly treated me badly, I will cherish this moment for the rest of my life. Even if they kill me tomorrow or even if it causes me suffering in the future, at least for today, I have been treated with a small amount of kindness in this awful prison.

We moved to a secret entrance that was next to the kitchen. The cook and the lower Omegas entered through this entrance to reach their quarters. Just barely visible to the eye, scarcely veiled in the shadows. The door that divides the upper ranks from the countless wolves, whose job it is to serve those awful pack leaders,

This wing is home to anyone who works at the pack house and hasn't found or lost their mate. the side opposite the secret door.

For simpler access to the kitchen and cleaning supplies, it is separated from the main living rooms.

Workers must be kept out of the way of warriors and higher-ranking pack members while still being close by and within the house in order to perform their duties effectively.

Even though I detest the purpose I serve, everyone in the pack house has a job to do.