My Little Flower

Chapter 1

Flowers are small and delicate, so the smart ones grow thorns to protect themselves. I wasn't smart. I'm not a rose, I don't have thorns to protect me from the people who wish to pluck or crush me. What's even worse is when everyone else around you has grown fierce thorns that claw at you while you live in their garden. Their roots choking you out and their petals blocking the sunlight from reaching you.

"Omega Antheia"

The call of one of the pack members breaks me from my train of thought.

"Yes sir." I reply with my head down knowing if I look up it would be cause enough for a punishment, so I continue to stare at the man's black shoes.

"You are needed in the kitchen" he says in a monotone voice sounding like he would rather be anywhere else then the omega wing.

"Yes sir." I nod and he turns and takes quick steps outside of the room mumbling something along the lines of not being a goddamn messenger.

I quickly get up from one of the many beds that are in the omegas wing. The omega wing is made up of old beds and dressers. This is where all the omegas are made to sleep, and attached to it is a small kitchen and bathroom. One of the omega rules is they are not permitted to eat with the other pack members. So we eat here. An omegas main goal is to stay silent and out of the way. get your job done as fast as possible and get out, because if you don't you get hurt.

I change into my uniforme that shows my standing in the park just a simple brown dress and no shoes, omegas are not allowed to have shoes. I take my long blonde hair and put it up into a bun to keep it out of the way.

There are rumors among the omegas that not all packs are like this, that there are packs that don't have omegas, but it could be just some fairy tale to keep hope in this dark place. Personally I like to believe it's true, that there is a better place than this.

Walking into the kitchen I see a couple of omegas already there. We don't speak in fear of bringing attention to ourselves or being heard. I step up to the counter and start cooking.

Looking around I start to wonder why there are more people in the kitchen then usual when suddenly I hear the far away tap of heals on the hardwood floor of the pack house. Looking down I get back to work quickly knowing exactly who's about to round the corner, Just by the rhythm of fierce clicking of heels walking with deliberate and confident steps.

Luna Doarthea enters the kitchen and her honeyed voice fills the kitchen. "Listen up Omegas I need this dinner to go without a hitch, the Alpha is having guests over so I expect you to have the dining room set and dinner ready by the time they get here, do you understand?"

A chorus of "yes Luna" follows as we continue to work. The smell in the kitchen is overpowering like it always is. It makes my stomach hurt reminding me it's been a while since I have gotten the time to eat.

I feel a tap on my shoulder once the luna leaves the kitchen. It's another omega, grace I believe her name is. I look at her raising my eyebrows in question.

"It's your turn to bring the dishes out tonight." she whispers quietly, my eyes widen as I recall that in fact it is my turn to serve tonight, I say nothing and nod my head in understanding. Why, why tonight of all nights? I will have to be extra attentive and careful, if I mess up in front of guests the alpha would take it as a personal offence. I take a deep breath and try to relax by continuing with my task at hand.

As time pases I couldn't help but get more and more nervous. Any guest or friend of the Alphas couldn't be any good. Wiping my sweaty palms on my dresses I stand in the kitchen waiting for the people to be settled in for dinner so I can start to bring out the first course. The only consolation I have is I'm not doing it alone; there are two other omegas with me because of the extra guest we have tonight.

One I don't really know that well, if I have to guess younger than me by a year or two she has reddish-brown skin and has yet to look up from a spot on the counter. Her name is River I believe. the other is a taller girl with short brown hair and pale, but to be fair anyone would be considered tall compared to my 5'2 height which might be normal for a Fae, nymph, or human but werewolves tend to be on the taller side, most males are rarely shorter than 6 ft or women for that matter, so it's safe to say I stick out quite a bit but I guess that's to be expected considering I'm a runt.

Runts are rare in the werewolf community and if they shift at all they are a lot smaller than the other wolves by a lot. The sad part is, in the past packs made a habit of killing off the Runt to keep the rest of the pack stronger, I'd be lying to say I haven't been threatened by this every time I step out of line or mess up. The weak should be killed off, it's natural they say. I only bring this pack down, a burden.

"There ready" I hear from a pack mate as they walk into the kitchen. I take a deep breath and grab a tray getting in line behind the other omegas. The food smells delicious and I can't help but feel envies for those who get to enjoy such a meal. The girls start to walk and I follow them slowly so as to not drop any of the food.