The Weight Of Shame

I didn't even have much time to recover my feelings before the door was pushed open without warning. I quickly covered my bare body with the bed sheet and was a bit relieved it was Morgana, Michael’s mother.

A deep frown appeared on her face the moment she noticed the state i was in.

"Why are you crying?" She asked, rather harshly.

I stared at her silently, knowing she wouldn't care about the reason I was like that.

"Don't you know that crying in a situation like this can bring bad luck to the family?" She asked, arms akimbo.

"Michael is your husband, your mate, and your Alpha so you have to take in everything he does to you without complaining as it is your duty." She scolded as she walked closer to me slowly.

I nodded my head slowly in response to her unfair words. She had always been like this; always turning a blind eye to her children's ill treatment towards me. They were her precious angels and they could never do any wrong in her eyes.

"Now...get dressed quickly, you have to work now. I'll give you a hard lesson if anything goes wrong with my precious grandson's big day because of your laziness." She ordered and gave me one last disgusted look before leaving the room.

Immediately after Michael and I got married, his sister Jota found her fated mate and they tied the knot. It didn't take long for her to be pregnant and tomorrow is the child's first birthday.

Like being continuously bullied wasn't enough, I became a servant immediately after Michael’s father's death. Even though there were a lot of servants to do the work, they still made me do most of the chores.

As a result of that, all of the servants see me as nothing but a mere slave that was beneath them. I sighed deeply and stood up from the bed shakily as my legs still haven't healed from the earlier event.

I entered the closet and immediately changed into a pair of trousers and a T-shirt. I had no time to wash up because I didn't want Morgana to call on me for the second time. I knew what would happen next if I delayed much longer.

After putting on my clothes, I immediately set to work. After stepping into the midst of the other servants, I immediately heard the soft whispers and noticed the disgusted stares I got from them.

"She's here finally, back to her place."

"Look at what she's putting on." A soft snicker followed after that statement.

"I wonder what the Alpha sees in her to make her his bed mate." Someone whispered making me a sad smile.

Not even any servant would believe that I was his mate with the way Michael, his lover, and his family openly treated me.

"Sharing a bed with the Alpha can never get you a higher status. I mean, look at her… she's just a weak whore that's beneath us mere servants." Another one muttered and the rest of them burst out laughing.

I bowed my head silently, trying to hold back my pain and anger. I took deep breaths as a way to calm myself down. I knew nothing would ever come out of picking a fight with them.

How could I win when I was unable to make a sound to defend myself?. I could only ignore them and continue with the work assigned to me. After working

endlessly for several hours, we were finally done with the preparations.

Jota wanted it to be a grand event so it took us more time and effort to set the place up. I wanted to retire back to my room and take a small nap before the event fully began when a servant suddenly passed by me, roughly shoving me aside in the process.

As a result of her violent push, I lost my balance and fell hard on the bare floor. I held my back hoping my baby wasn't hurt.

Instead of apologizing, the servant smirked evilly at me and muttered "Dumb bitch..." before walking away.

Realising she did that on purpose, anger caused me to stand up and walk up toward her. I turned her to face me and landed a hot slap on her face making her stumble backwards a little.

She held her red cheek with her eyes wide, not expecting me to fight back.

"You just slapped me!!" She screamed at the top of her voice while I replied her with a fierce look in my eyes.

She angrily raised her hand and was about to retaliate when she suddenly stopped mid-air. I noticed how her eyes quivered in fear and she quickly retreated her hand.

"Alpha..." She muttered with a small bow and that was when I realised that we weren't alone.

"Leave.." Michael ordered in his deep voice and she scurried off immediately like her pants were on fire. I turned to stare at him in surprise, wondering why he had chased her off instead of watching others humiliate me like he used to before.

"You!!" He said as he suddenly gripped my shoulder harshly, pulling me towrads him. I couldn't even make a groan even though I felt I could slump at any moment under his violence.

He's an Alpha wolf, whose power was ten times stronger than a wolfless omega like me.

"Don't get any delusions. Today's my nephew's birthday and I want everything to be perfect."

"I expect you to do as you always do, stay out of my sight and avoid drawing any attention towards you. I hope I've made myself clear??" He asked as he tightened his hold on my shoulder.

A soft sob left my mouth as I nodded in understanding. He let out a small 'humph' before he let go of me and walked away. I stood at my spot as I watched him disappear from my sight.

His cold back seemed to be what he had left me the most since we were mated. Michael always cherished his family, but that didn't include me. Once again, my eyes fell on my flat belly. The memory of how I lost my first baby before was still vivid. What about this time? Would Michael accept this baby?

I had no answer. Thankfully no more trouble after that interlude. The party finally began and the hall was filled to the brim with a lot of guests.

Jota was a well-known lady and even with her horrible character, she still managed to gather rich and powerful allies from everywhere she went. I was standing in a far corner watching silently as the whole family gathered happily.

Everyone looked at the stars of the day with delight. My eyes were filled with envy as I watched Jota seated closely next to her husband with their child in his arms.

She had everything I had ever dreamed of, a loving husband and family. I thought of my own pregnancy, wondering what it would feel like to be finally able to carry my baby in my arms.

As I was deeply immersed in my thoughts, I suddenly heard my name being called. Jota had waved at me to offer her the drink. It made me finally visible to the guests but no one would know I was actually Michael’s Luna.

I'd been used to her liking to command me like a queen but I didn't expect her quality to be low like this when she whispered at my ears.

"Fiona, you must be very jealous now, right?"

I quickly glanced at her smug expression knowing there wasn't going to be anything nice from her mouth.

I wanted to leave but she gripped my hand.

"I bet you'd never get such a beautiful moment like this," She began.

"After all, your muteness would be passed down to your children. If else, what do you think my brother was so repulsed by your pregnancy before?"

I balled my hands but couldn't stop shivering in anger.

She knew that my inability to speak wasn't hereditary but she just didn't want to miss any chances to humiliate me. She knew exactly how much I had suffered when I was forced to give up my first child, but she just enjoyed it.

"Trust me, no one would want a mute like you as a family. You'd better give up early and set my brother free.” As if not seeing my pain at all, she turned to hold Michael’s arms like a spoilt sister.

"Brother, when will you divorce and then marry Prisca? Our pack needs a more decent Luna and a strong heir."

I wanted to do something to defend myself but when my eyes met with Michael’s warning gaze, I immediately withdrew and that made Jota smirk more at me.

"Her condition isn't hereditary so there's no way any offspring from her would have her condition." He suddenly said, making me stun at my spot.

Jota’s mouth also dropped down in shock. It had been a long time since he had stood up for me since our bond was confirmed.

"But still, I would never allow a weak and wolfless Omega like her to bear my children." He added, making the smirk return to Jota’s bitchy face and sinking me into an extreme ice hell.

So, that was his true heart, wasn't it? He still hated to have a child with me... then what about the child I'm carrying now? Will they do the same horrible thing to it again?

TBC