The sun poured in through the flimsy curtains covering my one small window signalling it as time to wake up, and begin the impossible amount of chores I had to complete everyday of my existence. I got up from the flimsy mattress laying on the floor and stretched my aching body. I quickly take off the rag I am forced to call pajamas, and slip on my "uniform". They required me to wear a very revealing maid uniform as I worked around the house, after all, I am but a worthless omega who only has the job of cleaning up after everyone and being "eye candy" for the Alpha Couple's "golden boy".
" Sierra! You better be up! I'm hungry, and your Alpha will be up soon," came the voice of one of my "fellow pack members". I quickly throw my silver blonde hair up in a ponytail and rush up the stairs to the main floor where the kitchen is. I turn on the ovens to preheat and pull out the breakfast casseroles I prepared the night before. Once the oven chimes signalling the ovens are warm I slide all 6 of the casseroles into their own oven. (yes, yes a lot of ovens. They're werewolves after all.) I flip the switches on the coffee pots so they can be ready when the rest of the pack gets up.
After setting the timers I washed the pile of dishes in the sink from the pack member's late night snacks, and rushed to set the table. Once the table was set I heard the timer going off signaling that the food was ready. I pull the food out and set it on the counter. I prepare pitchers of juice and water, and stagger one of each along the length of the table. Returning to the kitchen I begin slicing the casseroles into portions to serve.
As I finish placing all the food on the table I hear footsteps descend the staircase. Before having the chance to make my escape I see none other than Marc Blade. His dirty blonde hair a mess and dirt brown eyes foggy he simply shoulder checks me as he walks by, staying silent as an apology would make him send me to the room. Keeping my eyes trained on the ground without saying a word I suddenly hear his footsteps stop.
"Omega," I hear him growl out.
"Yes Alpha ," I respond as softly as I can manage with fear flooding my body.
"What do you say when you run into me, or any of your superiors?"
"Sorry Alpha or sorry sir ," I reply weakly.
"Good girl ," he purrs, running his knuckles down my neck over my thinly covered chest. His hands slide lower causing a whimper to fall from my lips at the uncomfortable feeling. Suddenly, his fist crashes into my jaw sending me flying into the wall. Head spinning and blood spilling from my mouth, I shakily push myself back to my feet with my eyes still trained at the ground.
"Now go do something productive ," he leans in close to my ear now whispering, "unless you want me to take you back to our special place." I quickly darted away before he could change his mind about not punishing me.
As I walk the packhouse vacuuming I hear the rest of the pack talking to each other.
"She's such a whore"
"Did you hear that even her parents didn't want her?"
"Filthy omega"
"I bet even her mate won't want her"
"She hasn't even shifted yet, what a disgrace"
None of what they said truly bothered me anymore, I mean what are words compared to what I've been through, but one thing did peak my interest.
"Did you hear that Alpha Logan Crest is coming to visit the pack next week? Oh gosh Liz I hope he's my mate! I'm finally 18 after all! He is absolutely..." Logan Crest? The young Alpha of the Crest Pack was traveling the packs in search of his mate. Whoever that female is she is definitely blessed to be the mate to the Alpha of the strongest pack in the major highlands.
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Praying to the Goddess
Werewolf"Luna, it is a pleasure to finally meet you properly, though I do wish it were under better circumstances of course," her voice was strong and steady, but I could sense the sadness and pain she held in her heart. Most of it was being shouted at me...
