Done with being disrespected

The moment I stormed into my room, all the anger boiling inside me like a raging fire, I went straight to the bed without a second thought. My limbs felt heavy with frustration, my chest tight with fury.

Jamie really wanted to provoke the beast inside me. If it wasn’t for her Alpha stepping in to save her, I would have beaten the hell out of her without hesitation. Her smirk, the way she taunted me ,it was all a dare, a test of how far she could push me. She really needed to learn a pretty good lesson, one that would stick.

I flopped onto the bed, glaring up at the ceiling as if the cracks and faded paint could swallow my rage. I kept my eyes fixed there, counting the cracks, not daring to think about anything else until I heard my door slam open with a fierce energy. The sound made me freeze instantly, my breath catching in my throat. Whoever entered carried an unmistakable presence.

It was him.

My mate. I could feel his anger radiating off him like a dark storm. His dominance was suffocating, an oppressive aura that filled the entire room. The air grew cold, and I could sense his harsh gaze pinned on me even though I didn’t dare open my eyes.

Silently afraid, I didn’t dare move or speak. I didn’t know what he was going to say. "I know you’re awake," he deadpanned, his voice deep, dark, and cold as ice. It reverberated through the room, a sound that made my heart pound louder against my ribs.

"It’s good that you know. Say whatever you want and get your ass out," I snapped back harshly, refusing to show him any weakness. I didn’t care who he was in that moment. I wasn’t ready to obey him.

"Who are you talking to like that?" Within seconds, I was slammed against the wall, his hand curling tightly around my neck. This time his grip was merciless, choking the air from my lungs, suffocating me.

"Don’t hurt me, leave me alone," I snarled, struggling desperately to pry his fingers loose. "You know already that I don’t like you. Don’t create the beast inside me," he growled, his voice low and threatening, but then he loosened his grip just enough for me to breathe.

"Learn your manners from today onwards," he added quickly, his eyes blazing with a harsh command before finally releasing me.

I whimpered as I collapsed to the floor, my knees weak, but I forced myself to collect what little strength I had and glared fiercely at him.

"From today onwards, you must address me as Sir while speaking to me," he commanded.

My furious gaze snapped toward him in disbelief. He really had the guts to say that. I barely liked him as my mate, and now he was ordering me around like some servant.

"In your dreams, son of a bitch," I spat back, venom dripping from every word.

"Let this be the last time, bitch, that you disrespect and challenge me in my own pack," he growled, his voice loud and full of raw authority. His glare was so intense it felt like it could burn through me, oozing power and domination. It was almost too much to bear. I fought to keep my gaze from dropping and finally shifted it away to anywhere but him.

"Secondly, you do have to look at me when I’m addressing you," he commanded, his tone harsh and unyielding.

"Fuck you. Go and give those rules to some other bitch but not me," I hissed through clenched teeth, my lips curling into an ugly snarl. My blood boiled with fury. He was seriously pushing all my buttons.

"Which other bitch am I going to give these rules to?" he chuckled darkly.

"You’re the only bitch who’s going to satisfy my needs," I retorted with a mischievous grin.

"You’re a fool. If you think I’m going to lay down and spread my legs wide just to pop out a dozen or so kids for you, then you must be a psycho that needs to be locked far away from here," I snapped, daring him to underestimate me.

"Actions are better than words," he smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously.

"As if I’m going to stay there and let you have your way with me," I retorted, but my words didn’t faze him. He only smirked wider, as if he knew I was bluffing.

"With your behavior, I might decide to chain you to the bed instead of giving you freedom," he threatened confidently.

"Try it once and see. You’ll regret why I was chosen to be your mate," I hissed back, daring him to test me.

"Whatever it is, like it or not, you’ll be underneath me by the time I’m done," he declared, his voice full of a dark promise.

His words ignited a wildfire of rage inside me, my insides burning with pure hatred. My mother wouldn’t allow this.

"There’s a ceremony taking place tonight. I want you to prepare yourself. But as I mentioned before, you must always address me as Sir and respect those who are superior to you. Once you arrive at the party, you’ll meet them. Don’t forget you only speak when spoken to," he explained, his eyes boring into mine with unrelenting intensity.

"What am I, a circus animal?" I shouted loudly, my anger spilling over. The fire in my eyes was undeniable. "I’m not like you… upper-class werewolves or whatever it is, and I’m not going to attend."

"We’re thanking the moon goddess for bringing me an omega to be my mate," he hissed before turning and leaving without another word.

That left me frozen, the room suddenly feeling colder, heavier.

I sat on the bed, puzzling over everything he said for a long, long time. The silence pressed down on me until the door opened again and the makeup artists entered quietly.

"Hello, Alpha Xavier has told us to help you get dressed," one murmured softly, closing the door behind her.

I didn’t bother to reply. I just glared at them, my eyes burning with silent defiance.

"Miss Amby, are you—"

"Tell that sick bastard to let me go. I’m not going to dress up," I stopped her mid-sentence, cutting her off with sharp words.

"Miss Amby, I understand you’re not in your best condition, but I think it would be better if you do as the Alpha said—unless you want one of his goons to manhandle you," she murmured with a subtle but unmistakable threat.

A mischievous grin formed on my face. She thought she could scare me. She had no idea I feared nothing—not even their Alpha.

"Come and do everything you’ve been told to do," I finally agreed, knowing arguing was pointless.

Time slipped by as they brushed my hair carefully and applied makeup onto my skin. I didn’t glance once at the mirror while they worked their magic. It took a few hours before they finally finished.

I slipped into a red velvet dress that hugged my figure. It was long, flowing all the way down to my ankles, and at the back, there was a delicate lace cut-out that revealed just a hint of skin.

I finally allowed myself one long glance in the mirror.

My chest sat high in the dress, proud and exposed. My lips were painted the exact shade of red as the velvet fabric, and my eyelids shimmered with golden eyeshadow that caught the light.

I felt my wolf surfacing once again as the woman behind me tangled with the zipper at the back.

It was irritating as always.

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After spending what felt like an eternity getting dressed, finally, here I was walking with guards I didn’t recognize flanking me on either side. Slowly, I descended the stairs into the grand hall where the party was being held. Everything had been organized for me, though I couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse.

The inside of the castle was mesmerizing. As my eyes roamed, I couldn’t help but gape in amazement. My jaw dropped, almost hitting the floor. Everything was so incredibly beautiful, so far removed from the dull, worn buildings in our omega city.

My eyes widened as if trying to memorize every unique design etched into the walls and ceilings. The walls were painted an off-white, soft and elegant. To my right was a door leading to the dining room, and to my left another door whose purpose I didn’t know.

Lost in my wonder, I didn’t notice a few people approaching until I heard a sharp whisper.

"What’s wrong with her?" a woman whispered, her voice sharp.

The woman’s blonde-haired friend giggled. "Oh miss, close your mouth houseflies might fall in."

"Huh!" My blood drained from my face in embarrassment. The guards chuckled quietly.

"She acts like she’s never seen anything like this," the first woman giggled.

"She’s the ugly omega," the blonde replied with a cruel smile.

"Alpha Xavier can’t love someone like her. Look, there he is," my ears burned crimson at the words.

I turned and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

There he was ,the harsh asshole with his hands laced possessively around a lady. It was Calla again. He did it again, right in front of me.

I shrugged, trying desperately not to care.

"I really pity her. He surely chose a slut over his mate," the ladies sneered, but I didn’t listen.

Silently standing in my heavy dress, I watched the beautiful couple greet the elders and important guests. Xavier was dressed impeccably in a black tuxedo, while Calla wore a silky black dress with a slit that climbed up her thigh. She was honestly different from me.

She was so much hotter than me.

I didn’t know who the hell made sure I got such a big, heavy dress, but whoever it was, they succeeded in making me feel completely out of place. Most ladies wore sleek, smoking-hot dresses. I was drowning in velvet.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the couple made their way toward me. I wanted to turn on my heels and run, but the icy gaze Xavier threw my way froze me solid. Any mistake here would spell disaster.

They came up to me.

"Calla, meet Amby Martinez," I heard him say shamelessly.

He told me the party was about me, but the fuck, he was lying.

"Mhm," came the snotty reply from the bitch.

"Amby, this is Calla, one of the people you must respect," he added with a cruel smirk.

I already knew her. Why did he bother introducing her?

"So she’s the ugly breeder," Calla sneered again. The bitchness in her voice was crystal clear.

Many had called me ugly tonight, but her words made my blood boil. I was done being disrespected.

Not her. Not for heaven’s sake.