My 18th Birthday

As the attack ended, I found myself wishing for someone who would actually stick by my side when things were getting tough.

I looked around for a sign of Devin, but she was nowhere to be found, there I knew I was left alone once again.

If only I can defend myself when things like this occur. If only I can fight back when they come to molest me like they’ve been doing. But who am I to deceive herself?

Am just a weak Omega who doesn’t have anyone by her side and it felt so hurtful. No parents, no brother or sister. My friend who I can only confine in is no where to be found. I am once again left behind even by the only person I think care about me.

Sighing, I stretch out my limbs and got up and decided to make my way away from the kitchen. I looked at my arm and was not surprised to see that a thin sliver of blood had dried up where one of the pieces of the broken dish had cut deep into my skin.

I thought about the last time that someone had come to my rescue and realized that it was when Alpha Damon had stopped in front of the library to give me a hand when those girls had ambushed me.

He was the first hero that I have seen in a while and for some time, I considered the idea that he would come to my rescue once again. But then again, I could vividly recall how brutal he had been just the day before. I started sobbing once again as a couple of maids came into the kitchen to join me to work, and they ignored me as my tears began to intensify.

Just then, Beta Timothy walked past the kitchen and started to ask “I have been hearing a ruckus from this kitchen for the last 30 minutes and now I’m hearing what seems to be someone wailing. What happened?”

Looking between each other, the other two maids decided to cover up for Cynthia, perhaps out of fear of her. “Oh, she tripped.”

I looked up from my cut as Beta Timothy did something he had never done before. He came into the kitchen, and then took a look at my injury. “My apologies. I always try to make sure that the kitchen is up-to-date and it is impossible for people to procure injuries like this. Do you know what I’m going to do?”

He paused and looked at me, and I shook my head. “I’ll help you clean it up. Come with me.”

Wordlessly, I trailed after him. I could recognize him from a few times when I had been making my way out of the library, and he definitely did not know me as one of the workers in his home.

Hours later, after the ball that had been held to celebrate the coronation of the new Alpha, I was doing dishes alone at the back of the hall, thinking about the one highlight of my day; the nice Beta that had taken out his time to help me clean my wound and make sure that I was okay.

He was a kind man, I realized, and I could have had worse luck than working for him. He was kind to me when he didn’t have to be, very smart, and caring. He had treated me like I was an equal even though I was the furthest thing from it.

He also looked very handsome too no doubt and I wish we turned out to be good friends, but on the other hand I also like Alpha Damon but I’ve heard of how ruthless he is. It wasn’t a lie what people has said about him.

Even when I thought he’s defended me from those bullies, he still went ahead to call me names and accused me of sleeping with the old Alpha to be able to get more privilege to get into the library, how lame.

Taking out the small notebook in my pocket that I wrote things down on, I took down notes on how I now learned that being a good beta should treat everyone equally, just like what Beta Timothy has been doing.

It was a book I had been holding on to for the last few months, where I had been taking notes on how to rule a pack. It was a hobby which I had inherited from my late mother who was the pack old Alpha helper. And even if she wasn’t able to fulfill her dreams while she was alive, it has become my dream to become the first she wolf beta in this reign.

This was the actual reason why I’ve been going to the pack’s library, contrary to what everyone else thought and as a lowly omega, I was not allowed to be admitted into the pack school, this is why I wanted to learn on my own and make something out of my life.

Done with the dishes, I opened the fridge where I knew my food will be saved for me so I may heat it up for supper but was surprised when nothing was left for me.

This time my stomach grumbling became intense. It indicates that I haven’t had lunch talk more of eating dinner. It was almost mid night and I don’t know what to do to quench this hunger.

My stomach kept on twitching and biting me. Last minute, I found an apple, some grapes and one bunch of banana lying carelessly on the kitchen counter. Without looking twice I bite into the apple first with my eyes closed as I kept on chewing on the apple. I decided to keep the others so I could eat later.

Not for the first time in my life, I realized just how alone I was, and how much time had passed with me simply holding on for my dear life in the different houses I had worked with in the pack.

We were not allowed to leave the hall until anyone other than maids left.

Walking to house kitchen again, I set down the banana and smiled bitterly. I then went to wash my face free of all of the dirt from the long day.

I was more than exhausted, and the cold water gave me the perfect excuse to cry about all that I had been through in the last few years. Too much had been going on without anyone to protect me, and it made me so sad.

Done washing my face, I took a look at the clock that was on the wall and realized that it was only a few minutes till midnight.

Taking a hold of the small cake I had managed to take from the kitchen, I settled down on the bed and watched the clock, memories of the last day running through my mind.

Today is my 18th birthday.

Against all of the odds that were against me, I was alive, that alone was giving me hope.

As the clock struck midnight, I look at my hilarious birthday cake made from leftover fruits and the cupcake which I had stolen some portion from the fridge that afternoon, hoping that somehow a charming prince would make his way into my life and fix it all.

“In fact,” I said aloud, “I wouldn’t mind if he knocked on my door right now, get me away from the other maids and give me a better life.”

With a laugh, I shook my head. “Of course not. There’s no way that there would be an actual prince charming, and he would choose me.”

As though the universe had heard me, a knock sounded at the door, snapping me out of my reverie.