Chapter 2: the daily life of the omega (2)

She kicked her legs in the water, staring at how it rippled and splashed, but not enough to scare the little ducklings away. Her mother took her to the pond to catch some fish. She sat on the bank of the pond, her new yellow dress bunched up on her thighs, her short hair dancing with the breeze. A particular thought ran through her mind, over and over again. She was curious, she was agitated.

"Mother?" She called softly, not lifting her gaze from the water. Her mother hummed in response. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked.

"Sure, honey, what is it?"

"What happens when I find my mate?" Her mother stiffened, a small gasp leaving her lips. Never had she thought of that. The only thing she ever thought of was how to keep her daughter alive, not remembering that important part of the little girl's life. Her tensed shoulders tightened along with the veins in her neck. Without missing a beat, she spoke:

"Reject him."

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Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five… twelve more to go. I stretched on the tip of my toes, letting out a stretched-out yawn. I was tired to the bones. My work for the day was to wash the cars and SUVs. The pack had so much, I wondered what they did with them. If each one of them had jobs that assist the pack, I'd understand they could afford the maintenance of the cars from their own pockets. However, all received monthly allowance from the alpha, yet they all squander and shake the budget with their obsession with the iron machinery. If there's one thing they all have in common, aside from being judgmental jerks, was their obsession with cars.

The alpha had the most cars, next to his son, the Beta, and then the Luna. Somehow, your rank is increased by the number of cars you have. Trust me, it's ridiculous, but they didn't see it that way. I vividly remember the number of times the alpha proudly showed off the pack garage to visiting packs. Even if you are a rogue who later joins the pack, eventually, you'll join the race for the best cars for the highest respect.

I didn't really care. It was not my money wasting. But at least, if they are going to buy so much junk, they should learn to care for it themselves. Every omega had their permanent duties, mine the most stressful because I had to handle the vehicles, the kitchen, and the garden, though shared with three other omegas.

Car washing days were always the hardest for me. Their vehicles were dirt magnets, extraordinarily dirty. ‘I hate cleaning,’ Zinnia complained.

‘I hate being alive but I can't die, so you see? We can't always get what we want.’

‘Baby, you are brutal.’ I chuckled at her reply, sighing heavily at the end. If it wasn't for Zinnia, no doubt I would have been dead. Suicide is so easy to commit, you see.

It took me an hour more, but I completed the job. I was drying the last car, a black saloon when they just had to come in. They tittered as they walked in, probably talking about this hot high school boy to the other. Edna and Emma, the Alpha's daughters, were with them as the leaders, of course. I knew my bad day was about to get worse.

"I swear, Jordan is so cute. He winked at me." I was right, boys.

"You must be dreaming, he winked at me. I mean, why would he wink at you? Have you seen me?" Edna boasted pompously. "I am the second alpha female and the most beautiful girl in this pack. Why would he wink at you?"

"I don't know, maybe because he is my mate?" The girl, Pepper, offered with a sneer. Emma snorted derisively.

"Oh, puh-lease, Pepper, not that again. Last month, Herod was your mate, and three months ago, it was Bayan. Make up your mind, or wait, find your actual mate. Just because a guy is cute doesn't make him your mate. You don't see me claiming Guy, do you? Oh, and Edna, you might want to get your head out of the clouds. Everyone knows the most beautiful girl here is me. I mean…" she spun around abruptly, swinging her hips to the side, "have you seen these hips? I don't remember you having one."

Edna scoffed. "Just because you have large hips doesn't classify you as the most beautiful. Hips and beauty is a distant topic."

"Whatever, I'm still better than you." I rolled my eyes as all five girls began their argument on who was prettier, well, until they saw me. I sighed mentally, preparing myself for whatever nonsense they might have to say or do.

"Well, what do we have here? Is the slave still trying to work on these simple vehicles?" Said Edna. I gave them a polite bow in response. They all scoffed, running their eyes over the length of my body with distaste. Emma bit down on her lower lip, rolling her eyes back to my lowered face. I could feel each of their eyes on me, even without looking. The bitter scorn and envious glower, I could feel it even in my sleep.

"I hate you." Emma spat disdainfully.

‘Well, bitch, the feeling is mutual.’ Zinnia barked. I fought back the urge to smile, that'll get me in trouble. Well, trouble was definitely looking for me because their brother walked in with his gang of merry hooligans.

"Haven't you girls decided what car to use already?!" He shouted before pausing as he noticed me standing there. I stood still with my head bowed, ignoring their hot, hateful gazes. "Oh, Sabbath! You're here! That's lovely!"

‘Gross.’ Zinnia gagged. I was grateful for my wet and dirty body, that way, he won't get in my personal space. Alpha Junior strode towards us, his gang hollering like the thugs they were.

"You know, I was looking for you, Sabbath—"

"Why would you be looking for her?" One of the girls asked with instant jealousy. "I thought your father—"

"Chill, Ronnie-Anne, take a pill. Elijah just remembered that the thing is turning eighteen a couple of weeks or so from now, I'm not sure, can't remember the specific date. You wanna know what that means?" He asked like he was talking to children.

"This bitch is going to get a mate." That was Emma.

"That's good, she'd be claimed, except if he rejects her. I mean, who would want to be stuck with this…" Pepper pushed my head back with the tip of her nails, "for the rest of his life?"

"Who wouldn't?" One boy hollered. "The opportunity to be the only one who can finally fuck this scum is too good of an offer to look away. I pray she is my mate, so I can fuck and dump her."

"No, she'll be mine!"

"Nonsense, she's better for me."

"Are you guys kidding me? What about me?" Junior ass asked, "I've been trying to tap that mumu for years now. I deserve a reward for my patience." I so badly wanted to scratch his face, but then, I'll get killed. As much as I wished to die, I couldn't. I waited it out, listening to the guys argue about who would get me and the girls yell at them to wish for better mates, not a thing like me.

Apparently, my body was like a trophy to them. It was obvious that there was a little challenge between the teenage boys my age, a year or older than me. The challenge was for who would get me laid first. I'd seriously lost count of the number of attempted rape I'd escaped. How do I manage to escape? Let's just say it's the only part of my life that wasn't jinxed.

The argument was getting out of hand, so Emma and Edna ended it with a slap to both my cheeks and pushing me down to the ground. Then one of the girls emptied the bucket of dirty soap water on me. What pained me most was how Pepper and Junior Ass poured engine oil over five cars and demanded I wash them again. They took two cars and exited the garage, no doubt I'd have to wash those too.

Falling my head between my knees, I fought the urge to cry. Why couldn't they be nice to me? Having no wolf didn't warrant such mistreatment. I was getting tired of bearing it all, and at the same time, not. I laid back on the wet floor and sighed, clasping my palms and placing them on her stomach. They were right, my eighteenth birthday was approaching, the time I might find my mate.

I was confident I had a mate, it's inevitable, especially for me. However, I wasn't ready for a mate, I didn't want a mate. I hoped I didn't get one because that is when the true war begins. I couldn't, especially when the mate ends up being from the pack. Heaven knew I wouldn't be able to stand it. If any of them becomes my mate, he would waste no time in forcing himself on me. The alpha would never hold him to account because he is my mate. Even if I reject him, it ends in the same boat.

My pack had a law. An omega had no right to reject a higher-ranking mate. Once their bond is confirmed, he or she would has to deal with it regardless of how they feel. Except if the higher mate decides to do the rejecting. If I reject him, I would be severely punished. Plus, he would never let me or care, not until his sexual fantasy is satisfied with me. That day was one I was hoping would never come. But what can I do?

I sighed and sat up. I still have work to do, I'll worry later.

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"Mummy, what if my mate doesn't let me reject him?"

"Then, baby, you run away."