Everything about my room is cold. The panes of glass in the window are thin. The walls are drafty. Sections of the floor are crumbling from dry rot.
But I would expect nothing less for an omega.
After all, I am weak, and submitting, and small, and... Everything I'm supposed to be.
They say I'm here to serve. They say I'm the runt, and all runts are good for is being walked over.
I believe them.
Weakness is a liability. Weakness is a vulnerability packs are not allowed to have. Therefore, I am a weakness.
The constant chant of my Luna runs through my head.
Be submissive.
Be obedient.
Don't talk.
Be silent.
Be subservient.
The words she made us memorize as she trained others like me to be servants. To be slaves.
The words I repeat to myself every waking moment of every day. A reminder to myself that I am weak and that, above all things, I am an omega.
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The Omega
WerewolfWarning Slow updates Nehimieah, an omega, was trained from the time she could walk to be a slave. Never one to fight back, she fit in nicely. Beaten and abused, Nehimieah is treated like dirt, along with the rest of the omega slaves. With sparks o...
