The Omega was Rejected

I was always the lesser of the pack. Of everything actually. I was unwanted, unneeded, hated because of things I couldn't control. Because I was weak. I was nothing to the pack. I could die that day and they'd only worry about who would be their new torture toy. I always did everything they asked, wanting to be accepted, even appreciated. But it was never enough. I was always never enough. And that's why, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the day I would have a sliver of a chance at being loved by my mate, I killed myself. I jumped, I took the leap that everyone had practically been begging me to take. Because that was the last straw. The day I was rejected.