Three Mates, One Omega

Chapter 1 – The Anniversary

LENA>>>

Sweat burned my eyes as I scrubbed another filthy plate. My arms were dead. Fingers wrinkled and bleeding. The pile in front of me felt endless.

I hadn't slept. I hadn't bathed. I hadn't even brushed my teeth.

Last night, I was cooking. Then cleaning. Just when I tried to catch a second of sleep, Lyra stormed in, yanked off my blanket, and hissed,

"Get up. You think you deserve rest?"

Now here I was-still working.

It was my adopted parents' anniversary. Not like I was invited. I wasn't even allowed near the guests. Just stuck in the back, scrubbing dishes.

A loud clatter yanked me back to reality. More dishes. More mess.

"Wash these too," snapped one of the caterers. She didn't wait for a reply-just dumped them and walked off.

Two younger women followed, dumping even more greasy plates beside me.

"Why are you so slow?" the woman barked. "You haven't even started the real work."

I nodded. No excuse. No strength.

She turned to leave, then stopped. "Finish in fifteen minutes. After that, you'll be serving the guests."

I froze.

"Fifteen?" I whispered. "I still have dessert to prepare. There are over three hundred plates-"

She spun around, eyes full of fire. "You think I care?"

I lowered my gaze. "I'm just asking if someone else could help-so nothing gets delayed."

She stepped forward. "You're not here to ask. You're here to shut up and work-for free, like always. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Finish in fifteen minutes. No excuses." She slammed the door so hard it shook the walls.

I stood there, heartbeat racing. Then I got back to work.

Faster.

The hot water burned. My fingers throbbed. My back screamed. But I kept going. I had no choice.

Then-

BANG.

The door flew open.

My stomach dropped. It was her. My adopted mother.

"Why aren't you done?" she snarled.

"I-I tried. There's too much. I'm sorry-"

She didn't let me finish. She grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall.

White-hot pain exploded in my skull.

Everything blurred. My knees gave out. I clung to the table with blood running down my face.

I reached up. My hand came back red.

She just stood there, breathing heavy, like she wanted to hit me again.

"Stupid girl," she spat. "This is why your real parents died. They knew you'd be a failure. That's why they left you."

My chest caved in wondering what brought my parents into what is happening.

"Please... don't say that," I whispered through the tears.

She leaned closer, eyes full of hate. "What will you do if I say it again? Huh? You want to go join them in the grave?"

"Maybe that's where you belong."

"No... please," I cried, shaking my head. "I'm not going to die. Just stop saying those things about them."

My adopted mother's eyes burned with rage.

"I'll never stop. Your parents killed themselves the moment they saw you-a cursed omega. They died because they couldn't live with the shame. And you? You should've died with them."

Then she spat on my face.

I didn't even flinch.

"Why?" I choked. "Why do you treat me like trash?"

She grabbed a fistful of my bloody hair and yanked my head back so hard I thought my scalp would rip off.

"You really want to know?" she hissed. "Because that's what you are. Trash. A cursed, worthless omega that never should've been born."

Then she shoved me away. I hit the floor hard. My back screamed in pain.

I tried to wipe the blood from my face, but she slapped my hand down.

"Let it stay," she snapped. "Let the blood remind you of who you are. A mistake. A burden."

I stayed on the floor, body shaking. My vision blurred.

"You're lucky I didn't drown you when you were a baby," she said, standing over me. "That's what should've happened. I should've ended it then."

I pressed my palms together and begged.

"I'm sorry. If I did anything wrong, please... please forgive me."

She leaned close. Her breath hit my face.

"You exist. That's your only crime. And that's unforgivable."

I broke down. My blood, my tears-they mixed on the floor like I didn't even belong to myself anymore.

She folded her arms, face full of disgust.

"I'm counting the days till you turn eighteen," she said. "Because the moment you do, you're out. I'll throw you into the streets like the trash you are. You'll beg. You'll starve. You'll finally live like you deserve."

"But..." I whispered. "Melinda and I are the same age. Why don't you treat her like this?"

She laughed. Cold and cruel.

"Because she has worth. She has a future. You? You're nothing but a waste of space. Just air."

I couldn't speak. Just sob.

She turned to leave.

"Melinda's coming down soon," she said. "If you're not done by then, she'll help me ruin those useless eyes of yours."

The door shut behind her.

I sat there, shaking, blood dried on my face, my head pounding. I'd wrapped it in an old cloth, but it still hurt like hell.

Then I saw the blood on the floor.

Panic.

If they saw it, they'd call me cursed. A witch. Evil.

I had to clean it. Fast.

But there was nothing-no rag, no scrub. I searched the kitchen, my hands trembling.

Then I remembered.

That night they locked me in to cook for the elders-I'd brought a cloth. Did I leave it?

I looked around, heart racing.

There. In the corner, behind the pots.

"Thank the moon goddess," I whispered, snatching it up.

I dropped to my knees, soaked the cloth in soapy water, and scrubbed. Hard. Fast. Scrubbing like my life depended on it.

When the last of the blood vanished, I exhaled. My arms were dead, my head was still throbbing, but at least the floor was clean. I rinsed the cloth, hid it, and turned back to the sink.

The dishes were still waiting.

I kept washing, hands moving on autopilot. But then-

Sharp pain. Like fire slicing through my skull.

I gasped, clutching my head.

"My head-ahh..."

The glass cup slipped from my hand. I held my skull with both hands, trying not to scream.

Tears poured. The pain was worse than before. Like someone was drilling into my brain.

"No, no," I sobbed. "I can't... I can't take it."

My knees buckled. I could barely breathe. The world was spinning.

I dropped to the floor again, curling into myself.

Maybe death isn't so bad.

At least then, no one would hurt me anymore.

No one would slap me, scream at me, call me a cursed omega. No one would hate me for just existing.

"Please... Moon Goddess... take me. I'm ready."

Chapter 2-Working As The Pack's Slave

LENA

My body felt like it was shutting down. I was still on the kitchen floor, too weak to move. My eyes closed on their own-I didn't want to sleep, but I couldn't stop it. Darkness pulled me under.

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A sharp kick to my head snapped me awake. I gasped in pain, clutching my skull.

Why is it always my head?

I looked up.

Melinda.

Her cold, perfect face looked down at me like I was filth. My chest tightened.

"Please," I begged, crawling to her. "Please don't tell our mother I slept off. I didn't mean to. I was just tired-please."

She shoved me so hard I fell flat on my face. "Don't touch me, dirty thing."

Then slap-her palm cracked across my face. My ears rang.

"Don't ever call her your mother," she spat. "She's my mother, not yours. You're just the trash she was forced to keep."

Tears burned in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I just held my face, nodding.

"I'm telling her you were sleeping," Melinda said, turning toward the door.

"No!" I cried, crawling after her and grabbing her leg. "Please, don't! She'll kill me this time. Please... please, I'll do anything!"

She stopped.

"Anything?" she asked, staring down at me.

"Yes. Anything."

Melinda smirked. "Fine. I won't tell. But now, you owe me. Big time." Then she stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

I stayed on the floor, shaking.

I had just avoided death. Barely.

I pulled myself up slowly and went back to the sink. My hands were shaking, but I forced them to work. Scrub. Rinse. Scrub. Rinse. I didn't stop until every plate sparkled.

Then the dessert.

I started mixing the cupcake batter, even though my body felt like it would collapse. I am barely aware of my own hands. I slid the tray into the oven and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

A mirror hung in the corner. I turned to it.

What I saw broke me.

My face... swollen. Pale. Eyes red and puffy. Lips cracked. I looked dead. Like someone barely hanging on.

"This can't be me," I whispered. "This isn't me..."

I turned away.

The oven dinged.

I pulled the cupcakes out, arranged them neatly on a tray just like she'd shown me, and walked out of the kitchen.

And that's when I heard them.

The whispers.

"She's the omega that killed her parents."

"I bet she poisoned the food."

"I wouldn't eat that. She's cursed."

"If it were me, I would've left her in the woods."

I kept walking like I didn't hear them. But I heard every word.

They said it every day. Like a ritual. Five times a day, at least. But it never hurt less.

I still had a heart.

I still wanted someone to believe I was innocent.

I wished my parents could come back, just for one day. Just one. To tell them I didn't kill them. That I wasn't a monster.

"Why are you out here scaring my guests?" a cold voice snapped.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I whispered, my voice barely there. She didn't reply. Didn't look at me. She just grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the kitchen.

Whispers followed us.

"She's such a disgrace."

"I wouldn't let her near my food."

"Look at that cursed thing-how pitiful."

I shut my eyes, but I still heard them. Every word. Each one cutting deeper than the last.

I held the cupcake tray in one hand while her nails dug into my other. A tear slid down my face.

When we reached the kitchen, she shoved me inside and slammed the door.

Her eyes were on fire.

"Why did you show your disgusting face to my guests?" she snapped.

I wanted to say, You never gave me decent clothes. I wore what I had. But I stayed quiet.

"Answer me!" she screamed, slamming the table.

I flinched. "You told me to serve the dessert once it was ready," I said quietly.

"Shut up!" she yelled. "I don't want your excuses. Just get out of my sight. Go to your room and don't come out till the party is over."

I didn't wait. I rushed out the back way.

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My room was a closet with a thin mat on the floor. Cold. Dark. The air smelled like damp walls.

I dropped to the ground the second I got in. I pressed my face against the floor and cried until I couldn't breathe.

Everyone hates me.

Even the people I call family.

I didn't ask for this life.

I must have passed out crying, because next thing I knew-

BANG!

A fist hit the door so hard I jumped and I already knew who it was.

I scrambled to open it. No time to wipe my face or fix my hair. If I took too long, she'd find a reason to punish me.

She stood there, arms crossed, eyes filled with disgust. "To the sitting room. Now."

I nodded fast and followed. My legs felt weak. I could barely walk straight.

When we entered the room, I froze. Everyone was there. My stepfather. Melinda. Her.

Why were they all waiting?

My stepfather stood. "Lena, this is about you."

I swallowed hard. "M-me?"

"Yes," he said calmly. "We need your help."

That scared me more than any beating ever could.

Why am I having a feeling that this is going to end terribly?

"My help?"

He nodded. "Melinda has a... situation. She's supposed to go to the pack tomorrow. But she can't. So we want you to go in her place."

My eyes widened. "Why? What kind of situation-?"

"Don't ask questions," my stepmother snapped.

I looked at Melinda. She avoided my eyes.

I wanted to refuse. I wanted to scream. But I also knew-I had no choice.

"If you don't help," my stepmother said with a cruel smile, "we'll make your life worse than it already is. You think you've suffered? You haven't seen anything yet."

I clenched my fists.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll do it."

She smiled, like she'd won a game. "Good. Now sign this."

She shoved a file toward me.

"What's this?" I asked, staring at it.

"Just sign it," she said. "You don't need to know the details."

My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. Something deep in my gut screamed at me to stop. But I couldn't.

I signed.

She snatched the file away like it was gold.

"Perfect," she said, her eyes cold and gleaming. "You'll be working as the pack's maid from now on. Serving the alpha. Every day. Every night. For the rest of your life."

Chapter 3– Find The Guards

LENA>>>

I laughed. I don't know why. Maybe because it all sounded like a joke.

"What's funny?" My adopted father asked.

"Everything," I said, still smiling. "You really think I'm replacing Melinda? Becoming a slave? That's not happening."

"I know that you all are pulling my legs."

But no one else was smiling.

That's when I knew I was screwed.

My smile vanished. I dropped to my knees. "Please," I cried. "Don't send me there. I'll be good, I promise-"

"Too late," my stepmother cut in. "Your fate is sealed."

I broke down completely.

"I heard that anyone who goes working as the pack's slave never survive it."

"I could get killed," I begged. "You don't even care?"

She smirked. "That'd be a bonus."

That hit me like a slap. She hated me that much?

I wiped my tears and stood. "I'm not going," I said.

I turned to leave, but she grabbed me and slammed me to the ground.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed.

"You're not going anywhere," she hissed. "I'll chain you here if I have to."

I thrashed. Cried. Melinda came and grabbed my arm.

"Lena, don't forget what you promised me," she said. "You said you'd do anything for me!"

"I said I'd help you," I snapped, "not die for you!"

She shrugged. "Too bad. You signed the deal."

I screamed, but it was useless. They dragged me to my room and locked the door.

I banged and kicked and begged. No one answered. There were no windows. No escape.

I slid to the floor and cried harder than I ever had in my life.

Pain. That's all I felt.

They were sending me to die, and they didn't even care.

I stayed there all night, eyes wide open, waiting for a chance to escape the moment the door opened.

But my body was sore. My head was pounding. I was barely hanging on.

Then-a knock.

I jumped to my feet, ready to bolt. The door creaked open, and there they were. My stepmother. My stepfather. Melinda.

I tried to run.

They caught me.

"Did you really think we wouldn't expect this?" my stepfather asked.

I didn't reply. I just let the tears fall.

"The guards are waiting," he said. "Time to go to the pack."

I stared at them, hate burning in my chest. "I hate you," I whispered.

They smiled.

Two guards came in and grabbed me. No kindness. .

Melinda leaned in with a fake smile. "Be safe, Naomi. I'll come visit the Alpha soon... and I'll make your life hell when I do."

I sobbed. "At least let me take a bath."

"Slaves don't need to bathe," she said coldly.

My Stepmother's voice followed me as I was dragged away. "Don't worry about your clothes. I'll throw them out. No one wants them anyway."

She laughed like it was funny.

The front door opened. A black car.

They pointed, and I got in without a word.

I sat in the back, tears running nonstop. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, embarrassed. I couldn't help it.

One guard finally spoke. "Save your strength. You'll need it."

His voice made it worse. What could be waiting for me that was worse than this?

The drive lasted forever. Trees passed. The world blurred. I felt nothing.

Then... we stopped.

We were here.

They led me inside.

Finally, a door.

"This is your room," one said, throwing rough clothes on the bed. "Get dressed. You have five minutes. The Alpha is expecting you."

Then they left.

The room was tiny. One bed. A cracked mirror. A sink. That was it.

I picked up the uniform. It smelled like bleach.. I changed slowly, staring at my reflection.

Who was this girl?

She looked hollow. Like someone already gone.

I walked to the door-then froze.

I didn't even know where the Alpha's room was.

Panic hit me. I was already failing.

"I'm doomed," I whispered, pressing my hand to my head.

Still, I stepped out.

I wandered through long stone halls, hoping I'd figure it out. But where was I going to start from when I didn't even know where I am going to?.

My hands shook as I ran them along the walls, searching.

Then-I saw it.

A massive door. Dark wood. Gold handles. A wolf emblem carved in the center.

This had to be it.

My heart pounded as I reached for the handle. I didn't knock. I just opened it.

And froze.

I was staring at a man's naked back. Wide shoulders. Muscles. Skin that looked too perfect to be real.

And then-his butt.

I blinked.

Then again.

Oh. My. Moon Goddess.

"Ohhh... shit," I whispered, slapping my hand over my mouth.

He turned sharply.

I didn't even see his full face before he spoke.

"So... you're the one sneaking in to watch me get naked?"

I couldn't say anything as I was so stunned to speak.

"Answer me!!" he barked. The sound of it made my knees wobble.

I gasped, bowed my head instantly and started shaking.

"No-no, sir, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come in here," I stammered, my words tumbling over each other in fear. "I wasn't the one who always comes in to watch you. I just arrived today, I swear. I've never even been to this side of the pack before now."

I kept my eyes on the floor, afraid to look at him again. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought it would explode.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" he asked, his voice low and deadly.

His tone wasn't just angry-it was filled with disgust . If voices could kill, I'd already be dead ten times over.

I swallowed hard. My whole body was shaking. My legs felt weak, like I could fall at any second.

"I swear on my life, sir," I whispered quickly. "This is my first time here. If you want, I can call the guards who brought me here. They'll tell you. Please, let them explain. They can confirm I just got here today."

I was babbling now-panicked, scared out of my mind.

My palms were sweaty. My throat was dry. The back of my neck was already soaked with sweat.

"Just started, Lena. You just started this job, and look at you." I screamed silently in my head. "Already in trouble with the Alpha-or whoever this man is. What is wrong with you?"

I didn't even know who he was. The Alpha? His friend ? A warrior? He was obviously important-and dangerous. And I was just a stupid girl who didn't knock.

"So you think dragging some guard over here will magically convince me?" he said sharply

"Y-yes, sir," I whispered. "I just want you to know I'm telling the truth. Please... the guards wouldn't lie. You'll see. I can go bring them here now."

I was trying not to cry, but the sting was already there. My eyes were burning, and my throat felt tight. I had barely gotten here, and the whole world already felt like it was crashing down on me.

Why is my life like this? Why is everything always against me?

If only I had knocked. Just one knock. One small knock. I wouldn't be in this mess.

He went quiet for a moment, and I didn't dare move or breathe.

Then he spoke again, and this time his tone had changed.

"Fine. Since you're so sure of yourself..." he said. "Go. Go outside and find the guards that brought you here today."