Rejected Omega

Rejection

So I um wanted to write a Werewolf rejection story. I know we already have enough of those on Wattpad. But I wanted to add one more. Tell me what you think. Should I continue or no? Vote and Comment please.

"And where do you think you are going, my dear daughter?" my mother asked sarcastically.

I sighed, knowing it was too late to get away from her un-noticed.

"I was going to Shawn's house for a sleepover." I said without looking at her. I knew what I would see in her eyes. Hate and disgust. I lived my whole life with two words; they represent who I am in my mother's eyes as well as my fathers. He was passed out on the sofa again, to my relief. I won't have to feel the sting of his hand tonight, but I will get it from my mother. My parents are what you call, lowest of the low werewolves, Omega's.  The pack's "servants" as they call it. We clean, cook, we do errands, and at times we are the packs toys for stress relief.

"Whoring around with the future beta are you now. Trying to climb up the later." My mother laughed at her dry humor. I just kept my head low, and stayed quiet.

This seemed to anger her even more, she grabbed me my arm and dragged me to the kitchen and stood in front of the stove.

I tried prying my arm from her steel grip, but it was to no avail.

"Mom, what are you doing? Please no MOM, PLEASE!"

She turned on the burner and stuck my hand into the fire; I bit my tongue trying to hold in my scream. I started to taste my own blood. My mom held me there for what seemed like hours. At last she let go of my arm, and walked away, leaving me on the floor crying in pain cradling my burnt hand. It's not the first time she has done something this cruel before. She has thrown me in a tub filled with hot boiling water, she has thrown a knife at me, actually several. Once when I was very little, I remembered seeing my mom and dad walk straight and proud, but over the years being treated as an Omega crushed their egos.

My parents once told me, when they were wallowing in self-pity, told me that they used to be in Blue Moon's pack, and as the Betas. The Blue Moon is the pride of all werewolves, the best of the best and strongest pack known to all werewolves. Every other pack goes to them for assistance or for advice. To be in the Blue Moon, you have to be born in the pack or be accepted by the Alpha, but that is very rare.  They are decedents of the original and first wolves that came to existence.  My mom's face turned bitter and harsh, when she said they were kicked out for reason unknown. She turned her hateful gaze at me and slapped me across my face. I fell to the floor crying. She spat on me and told me it was my entire fault and kicked before walking away. My parents had to take shelter in a different pack, but that put them at the bottom of the food chain.

The Omega's live in the basement of the mansion. The rooms were small, no windows, and all the furniture were used and old. The entire Omega's have an apartment size. 2 rooms, 1 bathroom and that's it. We had to share the living room area that is near a decent kitchen that we all used for cooking. We weren't allowed to eat with the higher ranking wolves. I walk out of our apartment, and start heading towards the stairs. I said hi to several of the other friendly Omega's.

Shawn was the only true friend I have in this pathetic place I call home. The Light Shadow Pack, it's not the best, but they are considered worthy. In my eyes excluding Shawn, the members in this pack are cocky, and arrogant, always trying to walk all over everyone. They act as if they were the Blue Moon pack themselves.