Chapter Five

I stood there even when the man disappeared a few minutes ago. I was left confused as to who is he, what did he want, and why he was there. And I was left with unknown emotions at the pit of my stomach, emotions that I couldn't be bothered to think about. 

It's not like every day I will see a man—no, an Alpha standing outside our pack premises and staring intently at an Omega like me. Somehow though, I don't feel threatened or afraid of him. Just curious. 

Finally shrugging it off and thinking of it as nothing, I continued dragging my feet to Zella's room, preparing for the worst. Let's say the Alpha's daughter won't invite anyone just for a tea party, especially not with me. 

This time, a familiar feeling swirled in my stomach, unlike earlier. Anxiousness and fear. These feelings are what I feel whenever I see Zella's white-painted door and the three steps I have to climb to stand in front of it—the familiar flooring and plants outside her room. Rooms in our pack are not inside the mansion, no. Some of them are designed to be accessible from the outside; one is Zella's room. So I didn't have to get inside the mansion. 

I took a deep breath and raised my sweaty, curled hands before knocking thrice on her door. I already know what's waiting for me, but making the monster wait and even thinking of not meeting her will only make everything worse. 

Not a few minutes later and I smelled her familiar sickening scent, a sign that she was behind the closed door. The scent you smelled when something rotted, and my stomach dropped. 

Zella opened it without a smile on her face. She looked around at first, and I knew she was making sure no one was around before she reached for my hair and dragged me inside her room. She threw me on the ground and clicked her tongue in annoyance. 

"You made me wait for an hour, you b*tch." She spat with an ugly expression on her face.

Now don't get me wrong. Apha's daughter is a beautiful lady. She's a woman that every male were will dream of having as a mate: perfect face, perfect body, Alpha's daughter. 

But not everybody knows how rotten she is on the inside—at least not me and some Omegas who had the unfortunate fate of dealing with her. Because you see, Zella is a great pretender. She smiles sweetly at everyone, putting on that kind facàde she wants everyone to see, but when we're alone, she's a monster and worse than a devil. 

I can't remember when she started picking on me and hurting me just because I'm weaker than her and why it has to be me. I stopped questioning that when I received no response. I stopped questioning everything and accepted that this was my and every Omega's fate in this pack. 

The first blow came, and her feet landed on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and I coughed before clutching it and curling. 

"You good for nothing, Omega! You can't even follow simple instructions! You're so useless!" 

Of course, she wasn't happy with that, she began kicking me on my side and back, and I laid there biting my lips hard not to make any noise and anger her more. She hates it whenever I scream or let out any noise; she will only beat me harder. So I learned to swallow down my screams, just cry, and let my lips bleed until I could drink my own blood. 

"You made me miss my schedule with my friends! What are you even good at aside from being sluts and useless? Like that one Teacher from the University! God! Acting all so high and mighty just because she came from a domestic pack and got the chance to teach us. Her?! A sh*tty Omega teaching us royalty? Hah! I wish every day that I could teach that slut a lesson! She's lucky she's not from my pack, or I will kill her for humiliating me!"

This time, Zella was not happy, just kicking and stomping on my poor body; she dragged me up by my hair and slapped my face a few times, not enough for it to swell hard, but enough to sting. Zella never hit me on the exposed area. If she ever did, she'll order me to hide it. Next, she landed a punch on my chest that almost made me stop breathing before letting me fall to the ground, leaving me to catch my breath and sob over my hurt chest. 

She uses me as a punching bag, a stress reliever toy she can use whenever she feels stressed or anxious. She would take it out on me if she has a bad day or a bad mood, just like today. Those she can't punish or doesn't have the power to hurt, she will turn on me, an easy target. 

I sobbed with no sound coming out of my mouth and tears of pain endlessly falling from my eyes. What can even a weak Omega like me do? 

"That's right, Klaire. Your kind is only good at crying. You are only good at keeping your tail down and servicing us. You are nothing but enslaved people to us. You are not meant to be anything but a burden."

Her words stung, and I found the strength to shrug off her shoes from my shoulder before struggling to stand up. I hugged my frail body and glared at her as she stared back at me, somehow dumbfounded at what I did. 

I smiled through my bleeding gums and hurt face. "And you? What are you only good at? Picking on the weaker ones?"

Zella smirked before laughing while covering her face. "It's cute how you think you can even try to fight me." 

She moved close to me, but I was prepared this time. I tried to block her hand from reaching me, but I wasn't prepared for what she would do next. She kicked my legs, and I cried out before falling on my side and hurting my elbow. She was not satisfied; however, my talking back and attempting to fight back only angered her more. This time, she didn't care where to hit me. She stomped on my arms a few times, and I could only try and escape the blows. 

"Just accept the fact that this is your fate. This is why you're born."

Of course, what good is there in fighting? When I am weak as a human. A she-wolf with a missing wolf. 

After some time, a knock on the door stopped her, and I lay there feeling every broken bone in my body and miserable as always. 

Zella blew a huge breath, seemingly tired from beating me. I heard her rummaging through her drawer before I heard the familiar sound of her spraying in the air. I am unsure what it is, but I know it prevents anyone from smelling my scent and blood from her room. I then heard her footsteps again before she opened the door. Even without me looking, I knew she only opened it a little to avoid the person outside seeing me and possibly ruining her pretentious reputation. 

"Yeah? What is it? I'm busy." I heard her in an annoyed voice as I lay there and stared at the ceiling, having no energy left even to move a finger.

"The Alpha wants to see you discuss an important matter."

There was a pause before Zella sighed. "Okay. Thank you, and please tell Dad I'm on my way."

There she is, the monster in Angel's face and clothing, spreading lies and acting once again. 

A few seconds later and I heard the door close before Zella let out an annoyed grunt and kicked something. 

"It better be really important." She whispered under her breath before she crouched down next to me. "Seems like you haven't run out of your luck, Omega. You're not dying, are you? I'll be sad if you're gone, and it'll be a bit of a hassle. You know the drill, right? Just in case you forgot, tell this to anyone and your friends will replace you. Not that anyone will believe you anyway." At what she said last, Zella snorted before standing straight, eyes never leaving mine. 

I shut my eyes as she spat on me. "Seriously though, even as an Omega, you are weaker and more useless." She insulted me once more before turning to leave. "I want you gone before I come back."

With that threat, she closed the door behind her, and I was left there to feel every pain she wanted me to feel. I can't even count how many times she hit me this time, and I regretted talking back to her a bit. I don't know why I even try when I know it won't do or change anything. 

How will I leave when I can't even move a finger? How will I leave when I heal slower than most? 

I gasped when the door opened again, and I tried everything to move and leave, but my body won't listen to me. I can't take anymore beating, I would die if she ever hurt me again, and I don't want to die without experiencing how it feels like to live outside! 

"I thought you might need some help."