The Omega Mistaken for a Dog

The hallway in front of me seemed blurry. I blinked rapidly to stop the tears that were currently running down my cheeks, partially blinding my vision.

I felt sore everywhere, my waist, my back and even down there seemed to be  burning

I pulled my shredded clothes tighter on my frame trying to cover my body as much as I could but it didn’t work.

As I limped down the hallway, I caught sight of the large hand bruise on my thigh and that was the final straw.

Leaning against the wall, I let myself slide down to the floor and the sobs that I had been trying to suppress finally bubbled to the top, tearing out of my throat in harsh bursts, I cradled my knees to my chest and covered my face with my long blonde hair.

My skin was covered in sex marks, my entire body burning with pain, my legs felt sticky and I reeked of sex and blood.

Tears and snot fought for a space on my face and the hopeless feeling that overwhelmed my frame was almost drowning.

Four Months Later

I’m working in the kitchen and the sounds of pans and pots were not enough to drown out the harsh whispers that surrounded me, I could hear the hatred and bitterness in their words and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t ignore or block them out.

‘She has most probably slept with half the men in this pack, such a slut. Sleeping around has gotten her pregnant.’

The harsh words made me wince and in this moment I would give anything to be out of this room, but I had to be here to prepare dinner with the rest of the omegas else I would be punished.

I could feel my hands tremble and I gripped the wooden spoon that I had been stirring the pot with harder. I lowered my head down in an attempt to hide the tears that were starting to brim in them.

I wanted to scream at them,

I wanted to tell my side of the story, but I knew that it would be of no use. No one would ever believe me, and so I remained silent.

The memories of that night flooded back to me.  

THAT NIGHT.

“Freya, come over here now.” The Omega trainer Darren called out to me, shouting to be heard over the loud music.

Bowing my head in submission, I made my way over to him, pushing past the drunk partygoers, and the ones that had begun grinding on themselves on the dance floor. My small stature made it difficult to move through the crowd but finally I made it over to the trainer and a tray of drinks had been pushed into my arms.

“Go over there and serve the guest. Be on your best behavior Freya.” The warning in that tone has been clear enough.

Looking over to where Darren had pointed, I shuddered in fear, the area was a private part of the club and it held only one guest.

I couldn’t see them even as I got closer because of the dimmed lights and my hands shook slightly in fear. I tried to steady them all the while praying to the goddess that I didn’t mess up in any way.

“Took you long enough.” The guest had said the moment that I had gotten to his side, taking the single glass that sat atop the tray. The slur of his words was a confirmation of his drunken state, but it wasn’t enough to take the authority away from his voice.

An Alpha for sure.

I had been about to leave, the dominating presence of the Alpha and his close proximity was starting to affect me, but before I could take another step he had grabbed my arm tightly in his.

“Not so fast.”

My eyes widened in horror as he rose from his seat and dragged me out back, I knew that there was nothing that I could do.

He was an Alpha and I would be signing my death sentence if I tried to fight him.

Soft pleas fell from my lips, I had tried to plead with him to not do it, but it was of no use. His grip only tightened on me.

And here I was four months later, with the evidence of that night, showing slightly from my dress. The whispers and name calling usually followed me everywhere I went.

I was a pregnant omega, with no mate or claim, so it was no surprise that I had been labelled a slut.

If only they knew how helpless I had been that night. I had been given no choice, all I could do was take what he gave in silence.

Wrapping my arms around my belly protectively, I walked towards the pantry and once I was in I pulled out a few things from the shelves.

It happened so fast, one moment there was a shuffling just outside the door of the pantry, but before I could question it or look for it’s source, the pantry door was slammed shut and I heard the lock click in place.

I rushed towards the door and tried to push it open, but it wouldn’t budge. I could hear the snickers and laughter from the other side of the door.