Chapter 2

I couldn't take it any longer and stood before them. Hopefully, they'll believe they've gone too far. This is no longer acceptable. I'm unsure if they genuinely despise us or despise our rank. Is it because even their mates or partners act erratically when we're hot? Is that correct?

 

"What exactly is your issue? We're all wolves, right? The only thing that isn't right is the way you treat us!" I turned to face them all and stared at them intently.

 

"You have no right to speak to us! What kind of person do you believe you are?" she said as someone inquired while smiling.

 

“Is that still a question? Of course, she is the Omega, and all wolves want to taste her when she is in heat.” My jaw clenched because of what she said.

 

"They even want to taste them!" someone exclaims to the side, laughing maniacally. Their souls are black and hard to see, so they shouldn't just be born as wolves.

 

"Get the hell out of here!" she yelled, "You don't belong at this university!" she resumed throwing their belongings after they finished speaking. Even though paper and plastic bottles smacked me in the face, they didn't stop. They screamed even louder and laughed even harder. The world is simply inequitable. They continued to bully us! It is no longer acceptable for them to treat us in this manner.

 

“If I were you, I'd come out of the room and cry while walking. That's up to you.” To my surprise, he grabbed the armchair and threw it at me. The chair hit my stomach, causing me to fall to the floor. Instead of worrying, they shouted for joy that I had been hurt. I tried to remove the chair above me, and when I succeeded, I put it to my side and tried to stand up.

 

"Good for you!"

 

"She's going to cry!" she said.

 

"Tr*sh!"

 

"I think you should quit!"

 

I left the room when I could no longer stand what they were saying and doing. When I came out, there was much laughter. Perhaps they heard my classmates' screams and wicked laughs. That makes me a threat. I proceeded slowly and ignored what they said, but to my astonishment, my hair was tugged.

 

“What? Are you going because that's all we gave you? " she said disgustingly, pulling my hair tighter. Everyone began to yell, and my scalp started to itch. I hope I don't lose my hair in the process.

 

"Please, stop," I begged softly, but she yanked my hair lower, allowing me to kneel.

 

You're right! You have to beg! "

 

"Isn't it enjoyable?"

 

“Put a piece of paper in her mouth!”

 

My eyes welled up with tears. My mouth quivers a little. The professors and staff were also staring at me, but they had no intention of helping me because they knew the Omegas were being bullied. Is this the best way to live? Wow! While we continue to be humiliated, they are the only ones who will enjoy happiness like that. Hopefully, we won't be born. Hopefully, no Omega rank applies to all wolves for equality.

 

"I want you to scream in pain, so you should get slapped." She said, slapping me again. She stood me up and shoved me down the stairs, causing me to roll over because she was not happy. It even smashed into my head, causing heated blood to rush through my forehead. I had to force myself to get out of the university right away. When everyone sees my state, I'm sure they'll want to harm me as well. They will notice that we are the only Omegas who are being mistreated and harmed right away and again.

 

Even though I was dizzy, I quickened my pace as much as possible. Thankfully, there were no scattered wolves; otherwise, they would have started bugging me earlier. When I discovered a forest near my university, I went there immediately. It didn't give a damn about how it looked on the outside. Perhaps no one will try to break in. I prefer to be alone. I want to express how I'm feeling. I want to consider how I can achieve my goals. We tried to lower our pride, but why are things like this? Why?

 

When I arrived in the forest, I sat down and leaned against a tree. I'll stay here for a while. I'm trying to calm myself because I've spent my entire life there, and I feel at fault for everything that happens to all of the wolves. We're constantly to blame. I wiped my tears on my cheek and tore my garment to tie it around my head. To bring my wound's bleeding to a halt. It has had a profound effect on me. Maybe your pointy object grazed my brow.

 

After I secured the knot, I rested my head against the tree and closed my eyes. I'm exhausted. I'm very exhausted. My mind, body, and emotions all came together simultaneously. I had no idea how to console myself. I'll give up at any time. I'm prepared. So what's the big deal if I'm afraid? It will be okay. It seemed as though they were going to stop bullying me, but I abruptly opened my eyes.

 

“Why would I want to die? Will I relinquish control? This isn't right! " I screamed. In life, I still have a lot to buy and do. I want to slap them in the face so that I can prove to myself that I am capable of defeating them. I'm not going to lose to them. I'm going to use it as a motivation, not destruction. It's not right to be weak in front of them.

 

Right! "How much more luxury do I have to purchase? This isn't right! I still want to swim and lie on the money," I said weakly. I frowned and nodded. I'm just going to sleep. I'll go to class tomorrow or the next day to boost my confidence, even though I know I'll be bullied again. The only reason I went there was to study. Hopefully, professors will think about that as well. I feel ashamed for wasting their time on us, Omega rank. All they care about is their salary and not their students. It's driving me insane!

 

When I felt cold, I opened my eyes. When I realized it was dark, my eyes widened, and I began moving to my feet. I also felt like the wound on my forehead was still hurting, but there was nothing to think about after a minute. It's all better now. Wolves' wounds heal at the same rate regardless of how deep they are. You can anticipate our wounds healing if we only get enough sleep. That is one of our wolf-like vampire talents. We only differ because they move faster than we do, yet we keep up with them.

 

I quickly untied the cloth around my head and began walking out of the woods. Hopefully, a taxi is still on its way. Because our house is so far away, and I don't want to be late for work, I don't want to walk. I specifically requested the night shift and attended my class in the morning. That's great because we're paid per hour, not per day. Do I have anything to save in some way? I worked two jobs throughout the holidays. One is a saleswoman, while the other works as a fast-food waitress.

 

I came to a complete stop when I saw a taxi. Because I had taken the fabric earlier, I no longer thought I looked like the garment was torn. What matters to me is getting home so I can return to work. It's probably around 7:00 p.m. I sat in the back seat and rested my head against the window when I got into the taxi. Some cabs have automatic doors that will open and close, while others have manual doors. Cars are also relatively expensive, so people continue to utilize their old ones instead of purchasing new ones. The wolves believe that as long as the equipment is functional, you should take advantage of it. It's also unfortunate when it isn't available. Unless you are a poor person like us who buys second hand, no one wants to buy second hand here.

 

"That's the gate," I said, pointing to the gate, which the driver stared at right away. I grabbed the money and presented it to him right away. After getting out of the taxi, I went straight to our house. I even saw them eating, but I let them into the kitchen because I was hungry and exhausted. They also bullied me, and I would have insulted them if I could. I just shook my head and went to the bathroom. My body is drenched in sweat. It was good, and I never looked in the mirror. When I see it, I'm afraid I'll be disappointed. The order in which I left the house and returned will be messed up. Otherwise, I would have been able to go home on my own if I hadn't been bullied.

 

I promptly exited the bathroom after showering and changed into my outfit. I'm going to work in a fast-food restaurant. The hourly wage is 100 coins; one gold coin equals 500 coins. Even though I know the pay is per hour, I still don't have it, mainly because my roommates are greedy at home and refuse to go to school. My folks are fortunate in that they do not gamble. Then there's the thickness of their faces! They are not the ones who suffer, but they are the ones who strive to improve their lives when they believe there are no problems in life and that it only costs money! I'd be more forgiving of a controlling parent than that.

 

I looked in the mirror and looked at myself right away. I'm supposed to be lovely, but not because I'm Omega. Why? Is it forbidden for Omegas to be beautiful or handsome? We don't have much except our beautiful faces, so why would they say we don't deserve to be called pretty or attractive? There is no such thing as an unattractive face in the world. Yes, an unpleasant attitude exists, but ugly faces? I grinned as I stroked my cheek. They won't tell us if an Omega is beautiful or our beauty is a waste of time. Who are they to make such a statement?

 

Before heading to work, I just shook my head and adjusted myself. After all, it's only a short distance away. It will only take you a few minutes to walk to that eatery. Taking a taxi will be a waste of money because it will be too close when I arrive. Aside from that, I squandered money and even earned a cab as a result of it. When I started working at a fast food restaurant, I noticed that my coworkers had opposing viewpoints, but I chose to ignore them. They're also in the Alpha and Beta ranks, so you know exactly how they will kill you. It's okay, and they don't try to persecute me because they don't want to ruin this business. When there is a fight, we are prepared to face our employer. When that happens, we may lose our jobs. We don't want to be thrown out simply because I'm Omega.

 

We also have an ID with information such as your name, age, birth date, and rank, so you can't claim to be Beta if you aren't. Businesses use lie detectors to determine the rank of their personnel. I went over to a client who had finished eating on the side and washed the table. I can't see his appearance, but I know he's a man based on his shoulders. He didn't turn and look at me or talk to me; I couldn't even see what he looked like.