Was Being Rejected a Good Thing?

Chapter 1~ Bianca Frey

Bianca's POV

Being at the lowest of your social stratification is not an easy day-to-day task. Even though my pack is a lot more lenient with omegas and their duties it is still rough.

My current alpha, Alpha Max, is a great alpha. He treats everyone fairly and sometimes let's the omegas get off with not completing a task. His son, Greyson, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. Greyson is very cold hearted towards us omegas and even towards pack members.

As an omega I'm supposed to do the dishes after dinner every night, help the other omegas cook breakfast, and I tend to any other thing the Alpha or Luna need. I'm currently 16 years old and live in the pack house. My parents were omegas, but after giving birth to me they decided to leave and become rogue, or at least that's what I'm told. I was raised by the Betas family because of the Beta females caring nature.

The Beta family has two sons, Trey and Trevor, who I like to think of as my brothers. They are both older than me by two year and they are twins. They were the only source of family I had growing up and they always helped me through everything.

Trey is the future Beta because Trevor wants to travel once he finishes high school. Trevor was the goofier of the two while Trey stayed very protective. Even if I wasn't their biological sister they still treated me as so.

The only reason I do the omega duties is because it's fair. Just because I was raised by the Beta family doesn't mean I should be treated any different. I want the same treatment as all other omegas. Although when I do my omega duties usually Trevor or Trey helps me or jokes with me to make the duty pass faster.

"Hey Bianca!" Trevor yells bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Ouch!" I yell cutting my finger with a knife I had been washing. I was currently washing the dishes after dinner on Sunday.

"Let me see," Trey says standing from his seat at the bar and rushing to me.

"It's nothing. I'll just put a band-aid on it," I mumble wrapping my shirt around it as the blood soaks my shirt and the soapy water in the sink.

"Bianca it's obviously not nothing," Trey says glaring down at me.

"Really please it is," I mumble as tears brim my eyes from the pain and the fact that I might have to see the pack doctor.

"Bianca we're seeing the pack doctor and that's final," Trey says pulling me from my current spot and walking to the living room where I see the doctor. He must of already been here for something.

"Doc, can you look at Bianca's finger? She cut it and I'm afraid it's deep," Trey says sitting me on the couch as Trevor sits next to me wrapping an arm around my shoulder to keep me calm.

"Alright Bianca, I'm going to need you to unwrap your hand for me," the doctor says as I whimper not wanting them to tell me it's bad even though I can tell it is from the fact that it's soaked through my shirt and is dripping on my skirt.

"B it can only get better if he looks at it," Trevor whispers and I carefully unwrap my hand. I close my eyes not wanting to see how bad it is as I show the doctor. Trevor gasps beside me and I quickly look at him but he just smiles at me trying to remain calm. Closing my eyes again the doctor touched my hand and I feel the blood dripping off of my hand.

"It won't need stitches although it's going to have to be cleaned and bandaged twice per day," the doctor says and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.