Push it Up

"Okay," I agree, sitting up for a second to wipe my face and get into the proper position. I'm willing to do what he asks... but the bad news is that I've never done push-ups. Rather, I've never done any kind of exercise. That's why even as a werewolf, I'm incredibly weak when my wolf isn’t feeling like manifesting, like right now. I can't do more than twenty push-ups and my whole body starts shaking, "No... I can't do it."

"Sure you can," he crouches down to the side of me so he can look into my eyes, and for a second I'm expecting a cute motivational speech. Silly me, "You better. Eating paste is worse than starving. Besides, I don't think you want to deal with the hate of 9 people who sleep in the same cabin as you, where no one can help you if they decide to do something to you."

It wasn't a nice talk, but it serves to motivate me just the same. So I try to do it again, but when I do another ten, I start shaking again, and it frustrates me so much that the tears start to come.

Thorne only gives me a few seconds to rest and then he's ordering me to move again, saying that he doesn't care about my tears, that that's what I earn for talking to him like that.

I don't understand how anyone can watch an omega suffer like this and not do anything about it.

About half an hour later, I'm barely 50 push-ups in, I'm crying my eyes out, sobs and all, and I'm sure I'm dehydrated. Working out under this sun can't be healthy at all. I'm sweating and crying so much that I can no longer tell if all the water on my face is sweat or tears.

"Elliot, come on... it's the first day," the beta with the ugly name says, commiserating with me, giving me a pitying look. I mentally thank her for her help and, after this abuse, I no longer take any notice of the name of the malevolent man next to me.

I imagine his poor mother naming a cute, cuddly, chubby baby Elliot… who would soon become this unfeeling machine who enjoys hurting omegas.

"You can all go to the cafeteria for lunch and rest for the rest of the day. Thank your teammate here for what you'll be doing tomorrow, and get ready,” Elliot warns, earning absolutely no response, but several groans and hateful looks at me. I breathe a sigh of relief and try to stand up, but he steps on my delicate back and brings me back face first to the ground, turning the dirt into mud on the left side of my face, "Not you. You will stay here until you complete your punishment or fade away in the process."

"I hate you, abuser!" I sob, and go back to doing those damn push-ups, but I can only do three and collapse again, "Please, please, just let me go."

"No. You're 97 short."

I grunt and cry and try again while begging my wolf to come out but she’s nowhere to be seen and it's almost impossible for me to do more than two push-ups at a time, my arms are cramping, my sandals have long since broken from the odd position of my feet and the humiliation is something new I don't like.

If this were happening outside of here, with any other Alpha, I would scream about how my daddy could track him down and destroy him for even daring to be rude to me, but that would be useless in this case because even though Elliot is young, he's an alpha too. An alpha working for the government and obviously receiving the same kind of training as my dad, plus my daddy is no longer at the peak of his youth and I doubt he could scare Elliot, so I couldn't make that threat.

I have absolutely nothing to defend myself with and that just makes me cry harder.

{ Elliot }

Generally, I wouldn't be so cruel to an omega on their first day of camp. Or in general.

I understand that a common misdemeanor delinquent is not prepared to follow the rules on the first day, let alone perform 150 push-ups, but there is something very special about this girl, I don't know what it is, that makes me have a complete dislike for her.

It's not that she's ugly. She's kind of attractive, I guess, on a good day when she's not sweating, crying and full of grime. Her blonde hair is long and soft, her body looks like a dream and her face is pretty enough… but there's something about her presence, maybe the way she talks, or the way she looks, or her posture, that provokes a disgust in me that I've never felt with another person before.

I'm usually very friendly, actually, I'm not used to this kind of rejection towards anyone. It's a new feeling, and I suppose it stems from my ability to read a person.

And I can read this omega perfectly.

She is narcissistic, selfish and used to do what she wants, without any kind of consequences. And she must learn not to talk that way, not only to a superior but to anyone.

"Good. Now there’s only 90 to go," I murmur, trying not to laugh. She has done only 60 push-ups in half an hour, without stopping her crying or whispering insults towards me and even threats. I ignore that because I honestly have enough watching her suffer this way, I don't need to punish her again, or give her more push-ups that I know she won't do.

My throat is dry and the sun is truly unbearable today, but I can last a few more hours here, I've lasted much longer in worse places. I'm not so sure about her though.

I don't like her, but I don't want her to die either.

"I can't. I swear I can't, Alpha, please let me go. I learned my lesson. I beg you, have mercy on me," she cries, and I feel a twinge of pity for her. Unfortunately for her I am quite capable of ignoring my feelings, especially those that are minuscule.

It amuses me how she acts so superior and at the same time she finds it so easy to beg pathetically.

"Did you learn, really?" I ask, even though I know she didn't. At this point she'll say anything to get away from this. But as I mentioned before, for personal reasons, I make it from this moment on my goal for this summer to make this weak, unruly, useless girl actually learn a lesson. Not because I'm interested in her becoming a good person, but because seeing her like this every day will be fun, "Okay, you can get up."

She sits up and shakes her dirty face first, still hiccuping dramatically. I roll my eyes and wait for her to sit up.

"Go get a drink and something to eat," I nod towards the cafeteria. She gives me a hate-filled look and nods before she starts walking over there on shaky legs, "Think before you speak next time. You won't survive here if you repeat your attitude from earlier."

"Yes, sir," she mutters sarcastically, walking away

{ Angelique }

I start planning my revenge as soon as I start walking away from him.

I take back what I said about him being celestial. He is demonic. The lord of darkness himself. Never before has anyone been so inhuman to me. I don't deserve this kind of treatment, I am a good person. I am an omega, so according to Mother Nature I am the most beautiful creation in the universe! Who the fuck does that mutt think he is to treat me that way?

I'm still crying when I get to the cafeteria. My nine teammates are sitting at a long, rickety wooden table and they all give me dirty looks, but only someone dares to approach me.

A tomboyish beta slightly thinner and shorter than me, with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and gym clothes.

"I don't have time or desire to communicate with any of you," I tell her before she has time to give me a piece of her mind.

"Look, I don't like communicating with hollow princesses either, but I'm warning you to shut your mouth when you have to. Like it or not, we're a team and if you do something this stupid again..."

"First of all, thanks for the princess thing. That's the right title to address me by," I say. The tomboy's cheeks turn red. Maybe she's in love with me, or maybe she was angered by my words, "Second, I do whatever I want. And that's not going to change. If I get the urge to open my mouth again, you’ll have to deal with it."

"I can't believe there really are people like her out there," the tomboy mutters to the group, shaking her head and sitting back down, but not before giving me another heavy look, "Do whatever you want, then. After all, it's you who's dirty and crying like a baby. Not us."

"For your information," I push a girl to make room for myself at the same table, even if they don't like my presence, "Perfect people do exist. Tears and dirt are part of the drama that is my perfect life."

I’m half kidding and trying to be funny, but they obviously don’t get it. No one says anything after that, they don't even start eating. They just watch me.

I roll my eyes and get up to go get my food.