CHAPTER 2

VICTORIA

“Elisa!” I heard the of the omegas shouting. Don’t get it confused. She was not standing up for me, she was nothing but an omega like me and Elisa was the Gamma’s sister and Megan the head warrior’s daughter. “I told you not to do this here, this is a kitchen where we prepare the food we eat, we can’t have it stained with blood like this.”

See, I told you she was not standing up me, she was more concerned about the blood in the kitchen than me. “What are you still standing there for? go get cleaned up then come back and clean this blood.” I wanted to protest, tell her I was feeling lightheaded because of all the blood I was losing. I wanted to ask her to tell the other omegas to clean it. but I couldn’t.

“Hurry up Victoria, we still have breakfast to prepare, and you are on the cleaning duty.” I walked out of the kitchen, my vison got blurry, and I balanced with the wall blinking trying to clear my vison. The pain on my shoulder was unbearable, no matter how many times I got stabbed and beaten the pain was the same or worse. I never got used to it. my vision cleared a bit and started walking again before mama Joyce appeared and scold me again.

I only took three steps before I got light head and found myself falling. I winced in pain and tried to get up, but I was losing strength. My vision blurred and I passed out. When I woke up next, I was in a room with white walls. The smell of disinfectant told me that I was in the pack hospital. “You are awake.” I turned and the doctor was standing on the left side. The old man was nice to be as well. “Child, you have got to stop getting yourself stabbed like this.

Your body is full of holes and bruises. It must stop.” I offered him a small smile, I wished I could make it stop, I wished Elisa could have killed me, then I would go to the Moon Goddess and ask her why she had been so quiet, deaf, and blind. Why she allowed all those things to happen to me., “I am fine doctor; I am used to this.” I wasn’t used to anything; I was the pride of joy of the pack once. The back treatment was new to me.

“No one should have to get used to being abused like this Victoria, it’s not right.” Everyone knew it wasn’t but none of them had done anything to stop it. I got up. “Where are you going?” I still had blood to clean in the kitchen. I was sure mama Joyce was pissed off already. “I am on cleaning duty today; I have to go.” The old man shook his head.

“You are in no state to be doing anything right now. but who am I to stop you, I know it will only make things worse.” He gave me privacy, and I got changed back into my clothes then walked out of the room. “Joyce knows that you are, but I know that will not make a difference. Take these and take two.” He gave me a bottle of pills. I thanked him and hurried back to the packhouse. “Try not to open your stitches!” the doctor called after me.

 I just waves running back. when I got to the packhouse and into the kitchen. Mama Joyce glared at me, it was already noon, and she was preparing lunch with the other omegas. “How nice of you to join us, princess. What can we do for you, your highness?” she mocked. “Mama Joyce, I am sorry. I can help with the cooking.” She glared at me.

“Do you think we want you anywhere near this food looking like that?” She gave me a disgusted look; I was still wearing my bloody clothes. I turned around and went to my room to get changed. I bumped into alpha Jackson on the stairs; he looked at me for a moment then shook his head and walked away. I was used to his indifference, not caring what happened to me in that pack. I wished mom had never brought me there, I wished she had let the rogues kill me.

I wished she were still alive then my life wouldn’t have been the way it was. I tried swallowing the lump on my throat that seem to want to block my air supply. My chest tightened and I felt like standing at the top of the mountain and creaming my lungs out. I felt suffocated there and I wanted everything to just stop.

‘Dear Goddess, why won’t you answer me, why won’t you lift the curse. Maybe if you did, they would stop treating me this why. Please, help me.’ I prayed in my head, I didn’t even know why because she never answered anyone’s prayer. I got into my room and took my time changing. Trying not to open my stitches. “It must be nice being you.” I tensed up, why was he there? I quickly got dressed and turned.

“Why would you get dressed, what if I wanted something?” I took a step back, that was the pervert of the pack, Brandon. He was so creepy and appeared out of nowhere especially when I was changing or showring. “I will want to make a deal with you…” I wondered what he wanted. “You agree to sleep with me, and I will make sure my sister and her friend stop torturing you.” I knew he was going to say something disgusting.

 Brandon was Megan’s younger brother. Not that young he was two years younger than Megan. “What do you say?” I just looked at him, I usually ignored him, and he went away. I was planning on doing the same that day as well. “You think you are better than me, don’t you?” he got angry and started closing the distance between us and I moved back. “Would you stop moving!” he said pulling me roughly to him, I winced in pain but tried to free myself from his grip.

He got angry and slapped me. “You fucking bitch, who do you think you are!” he bellowed still trying to pull me to him, but I kept struggling. He then pushed me hard, and I hit the wardrobe then fell. I could feel the blood on my back. My stitches opened. The pain was worse than when I was being stabbed. “That serves you right!” he walked out. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried.