“Stop!” my heart sank as I ran toward mom to sheild her and take her place instead
SPLASH!
Drenched from head to toe in the dirty water in the middle of the kitchen, I tried to breathe deeper to calm my erratic heartbeat. And then the one thing I was dreading, presented itself.
“God damn it! You stink!” Peter blasted, throwing the empty bucket of water directly at my face. It hit my head and fell down on the ground with a loud tumble. It hurt, but I did not dare to dodge.
Peter is old and ugly and reeks of alcohol all the time, but he has power. The omega supervisor. If I offended him, mom and I will be doomed.
“August, move.” mom whispered from behind, trying to shove me aside as her hands trembled on my arm. She was timid, and always remained quiet with her head down. She said as long as we did not offend anyone, we will be able to survive as omegas without getting harmed.
I followed the advice. I remained like her, with my head staring at the ground without talking to anyone to keep to myself. Always eating after everyone finished their meal, always being the last one to leave after all the work, always taking up more work than my body allowed to make sure no one calls us worthless so we are kicked out. Live like I don’t exist to make sure I don’t offend anyone so I could stay alive. But it didn’t really work all the time so we had to endure.
I stood still, not moving and not lifting my head to even look at Peter’s face because I knew the punishment will be severe. Shivering in cold.
I would never let any harm come to mom. She rescued me from a dumpster from outside the pack when I was just a baby. She took care of me more than a real mom would since then. And now after years of cooking and doing kitchen works as an omega when her hands don’t work right, how can I let her take every hit and insult?
“If you are so fucking blind that you don’t even know how much salt to put in the damn dinner, then why don’t you declare yourself useless and get banished from this pack? Are we running a charity here to keep dumb bitches like you to stuff your mouths and keep getting fat without moving a fucking limb?!” Peter bellowed furiously.
The other omegas watched in dumb silence, hanging their head in obedience in front of Peter with their hands clasped in front of them. Their fingers were clenched tightly in each other, afraid Peter was going to punish them too for the mistake that mum had made.
He ignored my presence and continued speaking to the whole crowd this time, “I’ve been offered this important task to watch over you and report your behaviour. Because omegas are a bunch of slacking trash by nature. Do you know what happens if you are deemed useless by me?”
No one dares to make a sound.
“OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS AND SPIT IT OUT YOU BRAINLESS BITCHES!” He roared.
“Alpha made a rule.. the useless one..” Says a trembling voice among the crowd, “will be banished, and left to die in the wild.”
Peter turned his head toward us, his eyes filled with hatred while his lip curled in disgust as he spat at mom, “And you, Laura, are counting your last days here.
Mom’s body trembled even more, almost falling on the ground because of being terrified out of her mind.
Before I could say anything else, mom walked around and came in front of me, bending down to her waist halfway in a bow to mutter meekly, “I am s- sorry. I will never make the same mistake again. I promise.”
Peter was not even looking at her. His gaze was fixated on me during the whole talk. When mom bent down, his eyes stared at my breasts. Because I had gotten soaked, the thin t shirt I wore was now clinging to my flesh. The terrible chill I always felt when Peter is around ran through my veins again.
"Who do you think you are to shield that worthless woman?! You and your so-called mother that you roam around protecting- you both will be whipped forty times for your mistakes and your disrespect toward me." he announced viciously.
My head snapped up in horror. Forty whips?! Mom will never survive that!
His face remained emotionless. The horror on my face even gave him a thrill of excitement. I knew because I had seen it so many times.
“Come here.” he ordered.
I gulped hard, the blood draining from my face. On shaking legs, I crossed the distance between him and me.
His eyes were staring into mine with a knowing look. When I was right in front of him, he bent his head down close to my ear, and muttered in a low voice, “if you want to avoid the punishment, come to my bedroom tonight to give me a massage.”
My fingers tightened in fists. My heart thudding so hard in my chest. I could not even utter a word because I was so scared. He whispered those words that made it clear what he wanted. And I did not have the courage to say no.
To make it worse, his fingers slid up and down on my waist, inching up to the side of my breast with each stroke. I suppressed the urge to flinch away and swallowed the bile that was rising up to my throat. Mum looked about ready to faint. Her face had turned deathly pale.
I could not move. I… I can not see mom get whipped. And the mere thought of Peter’s hands on me made me sick to the stomach.
“I will take her share of whips, mr. Peter.” Mom’s trembling body fell on the ground on her knees, her voice low and whimpering, “I will take all eighty whips.”
Peter’s hateful gaze fell upon mom. He immediately moved toward mom to kick her in the face, but just as he lifted up his leg midair, I grabbed it instinctively, gently shoving it down, “No. No, please. I will come to your room tonight. For the massage. I will come.” I breathed out fearfully. The eyes of everyone in the kitchen felt like cuts of knives. Especially mom’s. How can I meet her eyes now? We both know what Peter wants, and I… I had just agreed to it.
Peter scoffed, turned around, and stormed out of the kitchen. The moment he was out, mom broke down in sobs. Her body falling forward as her hands covered her face. The thick tears falling down on the ground as her body shook with each sound of cry.
“Mom.” I fell down on my knees, “mom, don’t cry like this. Please.” my own voice trembled. How pathetic is it that I can’t even control my own emotions?
“I’m so sorry. I’m so, soooo sorry. I am getting old now. My hands tremble when I do chores.” mom grasped my hand in hers and couldn’t stop weeping, “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better life. You deserve a better mother, a better..”
“You are the only reason I didn’t starve in the wild to death!“ I can’t bear to hear those words out of her lips, ” I will find a way out. I promise.” I lied.
Mom still looked worried sick.
I continued to lighten the mood, “And you know, I am eighteen now. My wolf will show itself before I turn nineteen, right?”
Mom nodded her head silently as I continued rambling, “Who knows what shock it will bring?! I might even have an extra-strong wolf! No one would dare to bully us then.” I gasped with wide eyes and a dramatic look on my face. “And we’ll live happily ever after.”
Mom’s lips curved into a small smile.
“Oh, is that so?” A voice coming from behind startled us.
Lucinda stood at the door watching me and mum. She must have heard everything already. I heard repressed and low murmurs around the room, surprised that Lucinda is even more beautiful than looking from afar. She is the living definition of grace. She’s the gem, the princess. She is everything we can never be. With a small, gentle smile on her face she walked toward us, and bent down to say to mom, “Let me borrow your daughter for a while, will you?” The other omegas had scattered around to their works, but the wonder and astonishment on their faces still remained. What a lady, acting so politely even to an omega. Mom nodded her head, wiping the tears from her face, “Of course, miss.” Lucinda straightened, “August? Storage room.” and walked out of the kitchen, knowing I will follow. Just as I started standing up, mom grabbed my arm and snatched me back. Her lips moved barely, asking worriedly, “Why is miss Lucinda looking for you? Are you going to be punished by her too?” “No. No
Adrian was caught off guard by the flour attack. I repeat. Adrian, the most popular, good-looking, and also the LAST werewolf I should be in the same room with, is standing in front of me. And I had just attacked him The door slammed shut behind Him. He jumped back the moment he spotted my pale, flour-covered face. To be honest, I was impressed that he didn't scream at the sight. He had balls big enough to not scream. But instead, he shifted! Clothes ripping off, flying everywhere, and his body shifting into a large, black wolf midair. His paws slammed down on the ground as he growled and jump at me dangerously. His fangs, the size of my whole palm, bared at me with a menacing roar. I Just screamed. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” No bars hold. No shame. You just can’t ask too much from a girl who hasn’t transformed yet! The scream brought his wolf back to its senses. When the moment of shock passed and he saw that it was just a half-sized girl who had thrown the bowl of flou
I desperately searched through the drawer again but there was nothing else but aprons. There were no clothes in the other drawers. In the end, I just grabbed the apron and then turned to him. My face burning red in shame. “Th- this is the only thing I could find,” I mumbled, handing it to him. “Are you kidding me?” He said dryly. “I won’t blame you for your past behaviours if you just bring me a NORMAL shirt.” He thinks I am keeping him naked for my entertainment? “There is literally nothing else in this drawer, I swear on my honor!” I pulled the drawer open with enough force that it’s handle and hinges started to shake, “see! Aprons only. Or I can take off my dress and you wear it instead!” His eyes turned into slits. No dress then. He took a deep breath of frustration and then snatched the apron off my hands. My fingers shivered for a brief second when his skin touched mine. It was so hard to keep my eyes off him! I dropped my eyes immediately to the ground. He put the apr
Gossips and whispers followed me wherever I went throughout the pack house. People were eager to see me and then make that face that says ‘are you serious?’ before turning away and engaging in more gossip. Even Peter stopped harassing me. He told me to go rest one day. REST! Can you believe it? Alarmingly, Lucinda hasn’t contacted me after that dreadful day, but I can sense her everywhere. She is like a spider hovering over me, playing with me, knowing well she can consume me anytime. Mom on the other hand believed my innocence immediately because she knew I had never crossed paths with Adrian before. She said if I could just lay low for a couple of days, people will forget about this. So I did. She was wrong. The rumour became stronger each day. Peaking from behind a pillar to make sure there was no one outside, I quickly rushed out of the pack house to work, aka clean up the ground. Just as I reached the ground and rejoiced my tiny sneaking out, someone tapped on my shoulder
Adrian I rushed inside the room hastily. August was pinned on the couch by two men four times her size. She looked devastated. Her face was covered with tears as she fought for her dignity. She looked completely helpless but no one seemed to be bothered by her constant begging and struggles. “Back off!” I snapped and push away those perverts who are busy touching her naked skin.. She is an omega. But she is a girl, for fuck’s sake! “Adrian!” dad’s thundering voice crescendoed in my ears, “Do not interfere. You have already done enough.” I grabbed August’s clothes off the floor and tossing them to her, “Put them on.” She grabbed them immediately and rushed behind the couch to put the clothes back on. When I turned back around, I saw the same guards inching toward the couch, trying to look at her. “Hey, perverts!” their eyes snapped to me immediately, getting caught made them stumble and move away from that place. “Out of here. Right now!” I barked, “and remember to get ten wh
AugustI have never met a more narcissistic person than Adrian! Just because he is the future alpha of the pack, and handsome and nice, and has arms that can wrestle an elephant, he assumes that every girl that sees his ethereal, divine face will fall in love with him?Are you kidding me? I’m not those girls! I don’t even think about his crazily beautiful brown eyes.Sure, Adrian was not as bad as I had thought him to be. He didn’t laugh at me when I made mistakes. He is much more reasonable than his Dad. He has a great smile. And most importantly, though we don’t know each other too well. He still did his best to rescue me from those messes. It would be cherry on top if he is wearing shining armor. Even better if I can be the lucky princess that will live happily ever after with….Wait. What was I thinking??????I’m definitely out of my mind. August, August, remember who you are!I started to sob. My heart aching terribly. And then he started saying soft words in that gentle voice
Brady?I recognized that face. I had seen the redheaded, six feet bloke hanging out with Adrian a million times ever since they were little. They were best friends ever since I knew of their existence. His eyes immediately fell upon my naked form which was barely covered with Adrian’s shirt. His eyes widened for a brief second in shock but then he threw the omega working suit in his hand on me. It looks identical to the suit I was wearing before it turned into strips. My eyes dropped in shame and I tried to hide my body as much as possible.“Wear it,” Adrian muttered and marched over to Brady. Grabbing Brady’s neck from behind he turned him around to face the wall.I took a moment to collect myself. Standing up on my feet, and pinning my gaze on the both of them to make sure they don’t peek at me.None of them made a move to turn and look at me change like a pair of good boys.Grabbing the shirt off the floor, I clutched it tightly in my hand, and breathed deeply before walking up to
‘Don’t tell anyone you have a wolf.’ - this is what Adrian’s note had said. My heart sank. Why did he say that? Is there something wrong with my wolf? But she’s not disabled. I ’d know when I shfited, right? Suddenly I couldn’t be sure of anything. Millions of possible problems rushed to my mind. But it’s not like I can just march over to the alpha’s son and ask for an explanation. I’m at the kitcen. It’s not a safe place to shift and check on my wolf. As much as it was irking me, I decided to focus on the one thing I CAN control right here, right now, and that is- making this cake that Lucinda asked of me.“Make a Tres Leches, she says. Make it quickly, she says.” I muttered under my breath as I preheated the over before making the batter for the cake in a baking pan. I grew up in the kitchen. But I’ve never cooked anything with a heart full of strange and warm feelings. The curves on my lips refuse to be straightened when I thought of him.I remembered the look on his face when h