Run, Omega

Aria's pov.

The room was silent except for the sound of my hands fumbling through my drawer, clothes were being stuffed into the old brown bag I had dragged out from under my bed. My heart felt heavy, almost like every fold of fabric was weighing me down more and more. I didn't even know why I was packing slowly when everything in me screamed to run. Maybe because part of me was still numb, still trying to understand how my world had changed in a matter of hours.

Alpha Zac had looked me in the eye and told me I was nothing. Just a toy, just a body to warm his bed. Then, like it was not enough, he said I was being sold to another Alpha like a piece of property like my life was not mine anymore. My future was being signed away in an alliance, wasn't that pathetic?

My hands shook as I folded one of my dresses, the fabric blurred as tears filled my eyes, and I pressed my lips together hard so I wouldn't sob. If I started crying now, I might never stop.

The door made noise as it opened, I froze and my heart jerking. For a second, I thought it was Zac, but the laugh that followed told me otherwise.

Vanessa.

She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her lips curled into that familiar cruel smile that had haunted me since we were children.

"Well, well," she drawled, her eyes scanning the bag on my bed. "Looks like the mighty Alpha's little toy is packing up. What's the matter, Aria? Finally realize you're nothing more than a loner now? He doesn't want you. He never did. You're a nobody again."

Her words hit, sharp and deep, but I just kept folding my dress. If there was one thing I had learned from Vanessa over the years, it was that reacting gave her power. She wanted to see me flinch, to see me cry, to watch me break. Not today, not anymore.

She stepped further inside, circling me like a vulture. "I told you, didn't I? Zac would never choose you. He used you because you were easy. Because you were desperate. Now look at you, packing your things like a servant thrown out after making a mistake."

I swallowed hard and zipped up the bag. "You've had your fun, Vanessa. You don't need to say more."

She laughed, that sharp, cruel laugh. "Oh, but I do. Because this is the part where you walk out of here with your tail between your legs, and I get to watch. You're pathetic, Aria. You always were. He never loved you. He never even respected you."

My chest tightened. Every word was like salt on the wound Zac had left in me. But instead of breaking down, something inside me snapped.

I lifted my head and looked her in the eye. My voice was steady, even though my hands were trembling. "You want to know something, Vanessa?"

She tilted her head, smirking. "What? That you're still delusional?"

I let out a soft laugh, bitter and tired. "I'm pregnant. And it's Zac's baby."

For the first time, her smirk disappeared.

Her eyes widened, and she blinked like she didn't hear me right. "You're lying."

I shook my head slowly. "Believe it if you want Or don't. It doesn't matter, but that's the truth."

She scoffed and stepped closer. "No. You're lying. It's probably one of the servant boy's brat. You think you can trap him with a child? You're disgusting."

I smirked this time, even though my chest felt like it was caving in. "Say whatever makes you sleep at night, Vanessa. But I know the truth. And deep down, you know it too."

She stood there, stunned, her lips parting like she wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. My feet felt heavy, but I forced myself to walk past her.

As I brushed by, I whispered, "Enjoy your victory, Vanessa. Because I won't be here to see it."

And then I walked out, not giving her the satisfaction and I had already planned everything. One bag hidden behind the mansion, ready for me to grab when I made my escape. Another bag in plain sight, the one I carried now, so no one would suspect.

The Winchesters were still downstairs. Damon, their Alpha, was with Zac probably discussing the alliance that had ruined my life. My chest tightened as I thought about being forced into marriage with a stranger. Forced into a life I didn't choose. I wasn't going to let that happen, not if I could help it.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, my voice was calm when I said, "Excuse me. I just need to use the bathroom."

Zac barely looked at me. Damon gave me a glance, his dark eyes unreadable. They nodded, and I turned away before my legs gave out.

The moment I reached the back corridor, I slipped out the side door, grabbed my hidden bag, and ran.

My heart pounded against my ribs as I raced through the back garden, my breath sharp in my throat. Freedom was just past the gates. I could almost taste it, Just a few more steps.

Sounded Easy right?

Before I could process what was going on, two guards stepped out from the shadows at the gate and blocked my path.

"Where do you think you're going?" one of them demanded.

I stopped on my tracks, breathing hard and my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. "I... I just needed some air."

"Not with bags," the other one said. He grabbed my arm, yanking me forward.

"No! Let me go!" I cried, struggling against them. My nails dug into their arms, my legs kicking, but they were too strong.

"Alpha!" one of them shouted, dragging me back toward the mansion. "We caught her trying to escape!"

My blood turned cold.

And then I saw him, Zac, standing in the hallway, his face twisted with rage. His eyes locked on me, burning with fury.

When they shoved me forward, I stumbled to my knees in front of him. His voice thundered through the hall. "How dare you run away from me!"