Chapter 3

Talking of hell...

Since I became an omega, I was assigned, or, would you say, destined, to work as a maid at the alpha's home. The future home of Aiden and his Luna

Alpha Colton Steve and his wife Julia aren't the best people to stay with. While Alpha Colton is more patient, Luna Julia is so hot-tempered that it always feels like you're walking on eggshells around her.

And I'm so sure her Barbie daughter, Bettany, took after her. She has a face like that of an angel, but she's so evil that you'd confuse her as the devil's bride.

Perhaps Aiden is the real devil in a gorgeous body. Moreover, haven't you heard that the devil is the most beautiful creature on earth?

Maybe, just maybe, they were referring to Aiden. Lost in my thoughts once again, I was startled when I saw the castle, just a few meters away from where I was.

"Back to the devil's lair." I thought. The only reason I get to smile in Aiden's home is the way their castle is built.

No matter how long I look at it, it always seems to steal my breath away. It's simply a work of art. I've even dreamed of having my own home beautifully decorated and built like this. "At least I can dream," I giggled to myself.

Now, I'm not one of the lucky ones allowed to stay in the castle because they all feel I'm a witch, so the barn is simply my home. heading to where I stay inside the barn. It's barely anything like home, but there's still a roof over my head.

I was about to change into the clothes of a maid when the door suddenly opened. Charlotte walked in fuming.

"What took you so fucking long?" Charlotte, another maid in the castle, asked Sometimes, I wonder if life is cruel to only me or even Charlotte. While I am 5'7 feet and quite a plain Jane, she's 5'3 feet and thick, in the right places, with brown hair down to her shoulder blades and a violet iris.

She's everything you'd call a beauty, but sadly, she's an omega. But I also wonder why she's so mean to me. I mean, we are both omegas. Putting my thoughts aside, I answered her, "I'm sorry."

Snorting,"Miss Bettany asked you to come see her later when you got back," she said and walked out.

Just the mere name had me shuddering as I broke into a cold sweat.

That name alone gives rise to goose bumps on my body. Somehow, I believe she's a maniac who enjoys inflicting pain on people, both emotionally and physically, as I have been subjected to her fury for a long time.

Sighing myself to will, I changed quickly into my very old short maid dress, preparing myself to go to Bettany.

As I headed out of the barn, making my way to her room, I saw several other maids and greeted them, but none of them responded.

Well, I am used to receiving such treatment from people, but still, it unnerves me. Why should I be labeled a witch? Well, that's what the whole pack believes. And I'm even subjected to bullying from my fellow maids.

Walking past them all, I made my way inside Bettany's home, suddenly forgetting whatever problem it is I have with the maids, as I am wowed once again by how magnificent the Alpha's home is.

I knocked on her door.

"Come in," she answered calmly. Entering her room, I dared not look up as I was reminded once again, what she's capable of.

"Why are you late from school?" She asked calmly. You know what they say about the calm before the storm? I can literally feel it bubbling to the surface now.

As I tried to come up with a suitable reply so as not to annoy her, I said, "It wasn't my intention, ma."

"You damned bitch, do you have a death wish?” She barked at me. I'm fidgeting and beginning to cry; I'm so pathetic.

"I'm sorry, ma," I answered shakily. But she didn't seem satisfied with my lame reply.

"That didn't answer my f*cking question!"

What problem do these people have with answering their question? I thought, Can someone just stop cursing at me already?

"T-t-the t-t-teacher too-o-ok so.." I was about to complete my sentence while stuttering, when she suddenly cut me off, making me shiver.

"Will you fucking stop stuttering and answer the goddamn*d question, slave?" She was fuming furiously. My face stung badly from the tears threatening to fall at any moment. Trying to hold back my tears, I quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry".

She stood up from where she sat and slapped my face so hard that I burst into tears.

"How dare you try to lie to me?" She demanded.

"I swear, I am not," I quickly told her, but was met with yet another resounding slap. This time, I fell to the ground from the sheer force.

I immediately knew I already had a chance of getting a snowball in hell, just like the Japanese would say.

"Don't ever talk back to me, you b*tch." She screeched. Afraid I'd be slapped again, I bowed my head and apologized once again, "I'm so sorry, miss."

"Well, I was thinking of having a little fun with you today; what do you think?" She smiled.

That doesn’t sound so good. I knew that anything behind her evil smile wasn’t a good one.

"M-ma"?

"Let's play a little game, shall we?" She repeated.

Not understanding what she wanted this time, I kept silent. So she called her two maids standing outside, "Ava and Sophia, come in."

"Yes, ma'am," the two of them said in unison and got inside. "Hold each of her hands to keep her still. "I'm so excited about this." She sneered.

Now terrified, I tried to ask her, "Excuse me, ma," but she didn't spare me a glance.

She went instead to get her electric hair straightener. She walked closer to me. I tried to move backward but was held firmly by the two maids.

I began sobbing and begging, "I'm so sorry, ma, please forgive me." But she paid no heed to my pleas.

"I wanted you to help me know if this hair straightener is hot enough." Without any warning, she pressed it against my arm.

I embraced the pain, or so I thought. I cried out hysterically. It felt as if my whole being was on fire. I had learned how to endure pain, but this felt different. The pain I’d have from the wound was nothing compared to what I was feeling.

"Darling, you need to be patient." "Is it hot enough?" She asked in a sinister manner.

"Please-e-e-e s-s-stop thi-i-is, I can't take it," I cried out. Immediately, the hot straightener was removed, only to be placed on my other arm.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I tasted something metallic due to pressure on my lips. I bit so hard that I couldn't do it any more.

I didn't even have the strength to cry out again. Black dots blurred my vision, and I resigned myself to fate. Maybe this is what death feels like—a calm before the storm. I didn't even feel any pain anymore.

I smiled, content that I was finally leaving this world. I closed my eyes and succumbed to the darkness that surrounded me.