Her Son Kaden

18| Toilet Troubles

"Don't show fear."

Amelia's POV

I'd been Omega for a few months. Yeah, months. It was pretty much hell.

I'd gone into heat a few times because of the stupid mark, but nothing happened between Kaden and I. Heat was torture. I was hurting during it while he on the other hand was extremely irritable.

We'd also tracked down the rogues and Kaden had tortured and killed them.

Being Omega sucked. I'd have to clean practically the whole house. What made it worse was that Amy would constantly visit Kaden and she'd flaunt it in my face whenever she saw me.

Currently I was cleaning the bathrooms. I scrubbed the toilet and bit back a growl as the brush I was using splashed some water up... thankfully I dodged in time.

I was in the "mens" bathroom as they called it. It wasn't really reserved for a specific gender, but mostly guys used it. I was disgusted, but the "girls" bathroom had been worse.

Two words:

Bloody mess.

I literally threw up in the toilet just thinking about it. My poor, poor hand had touched a USED feminine product! I honestly had a little breakdown and cried a bit then ended up spraying everything down in bleach, even burning some clothes and such I'd found... Yes, it was that serious.

So in my opinion the guys bathroom was a much better place to be cleaning.

My body began to ache and I groaned at the familiar pang. I sighed and stretched a little trying to relieve myself of some of the pain. My heat had started once again...

I finally finished the toilets and sinks then sat back. The damn place was spotless. The tiles, which I'd thought were gray, turned out to be a nice shiny white. I smiled at my work.

"Yeah, she's in here." A voice said and I was instantly on high alert. I gulped and began picking up the cleaning supplies as the door opened and in walked two guys. I eyed them and they smiled softly. They both were big and muscular and the way they looked at me had my body tensing.

"Hey Omega." One said and I nodded to him.

"Hi." I said softly and he smiled a little more.

"You know for an Omega you're really sexy." The other said and I backed away from them and clutched the bottles and such to my chest. They stepped closer and I growled softly.

Goddess help me. I sent up a silent prayer.

"How bout a little fun?" One said and I growled again. Hell no.

"Get away from me." I spat and they gave each other a look, probably talking through a mind link.

They smirked and one locked the bathroom door and my heart stuttered. I hate my life.

My stance became defensive and I growled the darkest I could.

"Leave me." I said and they only came closer.

One reached out and brushed the hair away from my face then grabbed the back of my neck and tugged me to him. I dropped most of the cleaning supplies and hit him in the face with the spray bottle I still held. Then I punched him.

"Bitch." He growled and shoved me back into the wall. I yelped as my head with the hard tile and the men chuckled. What is wrong with them?

I gripped the bottle and when the other came at me I sprayed the bleach in his face. He yelled and backed away rubbing frantically at his eyes.

As I looked on the other guy tore the bottle from my hands and punched me in the face. Not a slap; a real grown-man punch. I toppled to the ground as it came in contact with my jaw and cheek then I lay there, my ears ringing.

The men crouched beside me and I scrambled away, but they grabbed me and held me down. I writhed back and forth kicking and clawing.

One started to pull at my pants and I yelled.

"No! Stop it!" I screamed and they chuckled.

I growled and bit down on one of their hands earning another punch to the face. Blood was tangy in my mouth. The world spun. I groaned and managed a growl. A hand slammed over my mouth and I whined softly.

My shirt was tugged up and I squirmed in anger and admittedly fear.

Why was I always targeted?

I growled bravely as the men tugged at my clothing and I thrashed my head back and forth and finally managed to get my mouth free. Part of me didn't want his help, after all it was his fault I was in this situation.

"You're dead." I growled and they scoffed.

"Shut up nobody cares about an Omega." One said and I frowned.

"Kaden! Kaden!" I yowled and the men covered my mouth.

"You think the alpha's gonna help you? That's sad." The other said in a laughing voice and I frowned softly. What if they were right? No; someone would come.

Abruptly a large banging was heard followed by a snarl of, "Get away from her!"

My poor Amelia always getting the short end of the stick.

I'll update again soon, probably today!