The Mute

I sat in the small cramped space by the window in the attic tapping my fingers on the window pane. I wish I could be as free as the birds are to go where I want without consequences but that's all just a fantasy that'll never happen for me. I wish I could be like those beautiful women in the movies I've seen while scrubbing the hardwood floors of the pack house.

That still will never happen to me I won't even make my mates happy according to my alpha. In their eyes I'm just a useless omega who does nothing but take up space and doesn't even talk I communicate just not verbally.

I don't even cry when I get beatings guess that's another reason why the alpha hates me so much. He knows it happens because he does it sometimes but it's alright because soon everybody will know there is strength in being The Mute.