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Weak (23)

This story contains violence lots of it.

I am not weak.

I was born the only son to a very powerful man and from the moment I was born he knew I would lead.

Until it came to light that I was an omega.

Worth nothing more then barring kids.

My father wanted to have me locked away and pretend it didn't happen.

My mother wanted to get rid of me all together and I had to prove my worth.

I had to fight for my place.

I couldn't hesitate or I was saw as soft. Soon violence was a pastime and I was desensitized to the sight of blood.

By the time I went into heat for the first time I had a reputation of killing, or coming pretty damn close to it, anyone who stood to me.

But my father still saw me as weak.

So I did more trained harder.

I didn't hesitate to put anyone in their place for looking at me wrong.

I remember the day my father first showed approval in me.

I remember standing at his desk and pleading to join his ranks. I didn't want to take over it. I just wanted to be apart of it. I just wanted him to think of me as more then an omega.

"Bitches like you only deserve to be fucked and passed around, baby maker." I don't remember the man'a face. I remember he was an alpha. My fathers right hand man.

I remember my father treated him like the son he never had.

I remember grabbing the collar of his shirt.

But I don't remember his face. I only remember his bashed in skull and the blood.

I remember the smile on my fathers face.

I remember being so happy so high when he told me I could take his spot. It didn't matter what I had did.

It didn't matter about the life I took that day.

I went into head the next day, deprived medicine I had to deal with my urges. However my urges to be strong outweighed any primal urge I had to mate.

However my father saw potential in me.

An omega who could fight like an alpha.

I didn't notice at first. It was only during my heat did my work loads pick up. Did I go out more.

I remember those alphas who got too handsy and I remember not hesitate to remove a few fingers or even a hand if I needed too. All with a straight face.

But my father didn't care about me. All those meetings. All those trips. I was only protecting the thing he was selling.

An omega who could fight like an alpha.

He didn't want me. I was still useless to him. However any top dog would want an omega like me right.

Strong but still so soft.

I remember the day I was sold.

I remember waking up to my father. I remember him calling me son for the first time since I was born.

"I have a special mission for you."

He was told six alphas he wasn't afraid of loosing and me.

If I came out alive I was worth the six million my father put on my head.

I just thought I was proving myself and I'd do anything to prove myself.