He Chose Tarot Over Our Baby

Kara's POV 

My lips quivered in fear as he dares his intense gaze at me. His eyes are bloodshot, sending chills down my spine.

I whimpered words of forgiveness when he began to move closer to me. "I'm sorry, sir."

"You're sorry? Oh, I'll show you what sorry means. Get on the bed."

I dare not quickly do as he tells me. My hands are sweaty already and ready for another punishment from my stepfather, Chris, tonight. He sees me as nothing but a punching bag.

He starts to remove his belt, and before I know it, he wipes it on my chest. I scream out instantly, grabbing the spot, but he stops me when he bounces on me, his weight pressing me into the bed.

"Please..." My voice is now a whisper.

His right hand holds both of my own, as words emitting from him cut deep wounds inside me. "You're a nothingness who's supposed to glad I didn't send you out there to become a rogue. Your mother is just a whore, as you're her little waste product!"

He continues to spill vile words that perilously destroy every will I have to believe I'm not as worthless as I am counted to be.

I tried to fight against him, but it was fruitless. He's stronger than I am. In my pack, the Northern Capital Pack, being an Omega is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone. You are expunged from the rest of society and seen as the lowest of the lowest.

Apparently, a flower vase or a kitchen utensil are far more important than I am.

Suddenly, my hands reached out to a vase and slammed it against his cheeks. The physical pain of it slitting my palm isn't compared to the humiliation his words have daggered in me.

I still cannot believe that he used to be my favorite dad since my biological one died when I was a child.

As he stands up, his cheeks heal, and his reddish eyes are glaring at me once again. He is ten times angrier than he was before.

"How dare you, you worthless nothingness?" His voice is full of venom. "Come here. Now!" He screams at me, but I know I cannot.

I have to think, and that's what I did when I bolted out of the room. I began to run, speeding my way out of the house and out of the gates. I didn't see the thorns attached to the rusty irons that it burned when I got cut by it.

However, the burning pain isn't compared to the feeling of devastation I have in my heart right now. I'm not thinking. Maybe I should have allowed him to rape me because I have nowhere to turn. No one will allow me into their homes. I am similar to a rogue in society, so none of them see me as the shewolf that I really am.

On my way into the woods on the other side of the house, more tears roll down my eyes. This is it. I am finally doomed, and it all started when I turned eighteen without having shifted into my wolf.

All the people I thought loved me turned their backs against me. It is the most unfair rule in the Northern Capital Pack. Things were still a little fair, as at the time, my stepfather hadn't turned into the beast he is now.

I thought my life would still get better since I was just a late bloomer, but then, after the age of twenty, I came out with those beautiful white and sandy brown furs that reflect mildly under the blue moon, and the worst of misfortune bounced on me. I became totally ruined.

Chris changed utterly and became another thing. I was an abomination, disgrace, and nothingness to him and everyone else. I cannot do anything right in their eyes.

My thoughts got distracted when I tripped, and before I'd fall, I changed into my wolf. Beauty comes last in the Northern Capital Pack. They only want your strength and power to contribute to the economy.

My wolf whines softly as she tries to heal us slowly, like the omega that we are. Finally, we approach a lake deep within the woods, and I rest on all fours.

My eyes focused on the moon, letting its bright light blind me, and it was comforting. Funnily enough, I have always found the utmost peace and love with the flow of the wind, the sound of the crickets and bugs, the growth of the trees, and the stilness of the lakes.

My sadness suddenly cleared, and I began to wish for something I could never get. I wish my mother hadn't died; maybe things would have been better, and maybe Chris wouldn't have become this cruel person. We used to be the sweetest family.

Or maybe if I had been a stronger wolf and not something they consider an emptiness in space.

My thoughts soon drift to what I'll do now. I have run from home, and at least tonight I cannot go back there. I have to do something else before getting out of here.

I change back to my human body and clean my face with the water from the lake. I shudder lightly at the coldness of the water. This is one of the disadvantages of being an Omega. You are weak and also susceptible to cold when you're not in your wolf form.

I make my way to the cloth station and find a black gown that stops right around my knees and a t-strap shoe. As I get out of the woods and into the street, I pack my dark blonde hair into a ponytail.

The weather is releasing thunderous applause now, and when I stopped walking after twenty minutes, I was in front of a nightclub, the sound from inside quaking the grounds outside. Curiosity kills my cat, and I approach the entrance without thinking.

"Stop there." Says one of the bouncers. I could tell he's glaring at me even with his sunglasses on. "Where do you think you're entering?"

My voice is caught up in my throat. "I was going..."

The other one, with a much bigger, hunkier body, chuckles. "Go somewhere where lowlifes like you think you are worth something." After he finishes saying that, he takes one step forward, and I knew I had to run away now.

Well, that's all I have ever done. It's not like I can stand my ground.

I was about to step away when a masculine voice spoke from my back. "Let the lady in."

I find myself called to his masculine figure, spraying me with the authority that his tone carries. My wolf instantly and intently purrs at the sight of him in a dark shirt tucked into a fine woolen trouser and a shining black leather shoe. I couldn't see his face well because of the umbrella placed above his head by a man in all black.

Wow, this person must be rich and royal, most likely.

"Sire, she is..."

"Did I make a mistake when I talked earlier? If she wishes to drink here, then she drinks here."

"Yes, sir." The bouncers bow their heads instantly.

After the man has entered, their faces change to a smiley one. "Please go inside, ma'am."

I blink at the title he used for me. I could cry right now. For the first time in my life, I am seen as a lady, ma'am, and respected.

With disbelief and hesitation, I make my way inside. I plan to make use of this chance I have gotten, unworried about what next is to happen in my miserable life.