A Slave To Submit [Alpha + Omega Romance]

“Kneel.” The command was abrupt, spoken on a faint condescending whisper. Liora instantly sank to the floor. Cursed with an Omega designation from birth, her wolf seemingly had no will to resist the tauntings of her trainer, Nerissa. It was a daily routine: Nerissa would drag her before the other female omegas and use her as an example as to how they should behave- with complete and unquestioning obedience. Liora was the only one of her kind in Pack Arcadia. All the other omegas were assigned their designation at age 12. All except her. She was born an omega. Born to submit. To do everything her superiors wanted without question whenever they pulled rank. As a result, most of the other wolves in her pack took advantage of her every chance they could. Similar to what Nerissa, a second-rank gamma wolf- was doing to her that very moment. “Good doggy,” Nerissa chuckled, looking down at the top of Liora’s dark brown head. Her blue eyes gleamed coldly while the rest of the omegas wat

Liora tried with all her might to pull her arm away from Thaddeus’ grip but the stupid thing would not obey. Her feet walked on autopilot as he carted her back into the camp. Back to being everyone’s little bitch. Or more specifically, the Alpha’s chew toy. She had no idea the Alpha was so troubled. What’s worse is that Gamma Thaddeus threatened that she would be given to him. If only she had run a little faster. As they walked through the omega camp everyone looked at her with disdain and condemnation. It took a few moments for her to realize that the Gamma was taking her to the detention cells. There’s no way she would be able to escape now. “So you’re just going to send me to my death with no remorse?” She quipped. “Don’t be so dramatic,” He huffed in reply, gesturing to the guards to open one of the cells. There was someone huddled in the corner. She quickly realized it was Callie. Callie’s head whipped up at the jangling of the keys and her heart sank when she saw Liora.

Liora felt someone slapping her cheeks harshly when she finally regained consciousness. “Wake up, mutt,” Nerissa sneered. Liora opened her eyes and tried to recall what happened to her. When the memories came flooding back, she all but jumped off the bed.“The Alpha is my mate?!” She squeaked. Nerissa looked at her scornfully, towering over her until she had no choice but to sit. Her eyes darted around the lavish room but they were alone. She was cornered by Nerissa, no doubt to endure another round of torture.“Don’t get any ideas. He doesn’t want you.”Of course, he didn’t want her, she thought bitterly. Who would want an omega like her as a mate?“You’re weak,” Nerissa continued, “Pitiful. You are not fit to be a Luna. I’m glad our Alpha had the good sense to realize this before making this cosmic mistake permanent.”“Our Goddess doesn’t make mistakes,” Liora huffed. Her wolf was clawing to get back to her mate. It was sweet and sickening at the same time. She had never felt so m

Liora knew where she was without having to open her eyes. The cold hugged her until her skin was taut with goosebumps, a thick musty odor wafting into her burning nose. She lay there for a while on the cold hard ground, grasping at the mangled thread of her bond. She reached out, searching earnestly. Liora’s body relaxed into the cold concrete as she felt Ronin on the other end. Thank Goddess– he was still alive. Barely, but alive. Her soles tingled as she got to her feet, reminding her of the ritual that nearly broke her. Seeing Ronin in his own blood rivaled that pain so much so that she checked out from reality. If she could guess, his wolf was against the whole thing and lashed out. Ironic that she found herself trapped alone in a dark cold cell. She felt utterly alone on that platform. None of the wolves tried to stop the ritual or pleaded for her. Why would they? She was an omega. Expendable. Replaceable. “You’re awake, mutt?” A cold voice jolted her from her thoughts. S

Liora walked down the stairs in a daze as blood continued to drip from her neck. The hurtful words Alpha said to her repeated in her head over and over. ‘Lower staff. Nothing more.’ Nothing more. Nothing. She left a blood-red trail in her wake but she was in too much agony to care. No doubt they’d make her clean it later. She didn’t stop walking until she was back in the laundry room. Delta Rhonda, the Laundry Mistress, was hunched over a large sink. She diligently scrubbed the collar of a shirt with a toothbrush. She gaped in surprise when she saw the stream flowing down Liora’s arm. “Goodness child, what happened?!” Rhonda’s freakishly tall gait rushed over, whipping out a white hand towel to staunch the flow. “I’m so sorry I got blood on the laundry,” Liora’s voice cracked as she set the basket aside, leaning against the large granite counter built above the long row of washing machines and dryers. “Oh, hush child. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Rhona brought her over to the sin