CHAPTER 02

"Get this girl to the dungeon! I will detain her for three days without food and water," Alpha Gregor commanded his subordinates.

"Alpha, but I didn't do anything wrong. I was just defending myself against that scoundrel!" I pleaded, hoping he would release me. I knelt and begged, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

"No more explanations. Being an Omega is unfortunate. You should just pray to the moon goddess," he dismissed me, leaving me amid bystanders who found my predicament entertaining. I looked towards Jazzen, hoping he would take my side, but he appeared bored and disinterested. I despised this pack and everyone in it who discriminated against Omegas. We were werewolves too, deserving of a life and respect.

Why were they so harsh to us? A tear escaped my left eye as I felt lost. The warriors dragged me to the dungeon, where I was thrown behind bars. The place reeked, located underground. Unfortunately, I found myself being punished for merely defending myself. Rats scurried around, the floor was damp, and the whole place was filthy.

The first day of my detention passed, and the dryness in my throat became increasingly apparent. Lying there gave me the strength to endure, but the discrimination against Omegas, relegating us to the lowest position and denying us the right to live freely, was an act of cruelty.

Now, on the second day of my punishment, I heard someone's presence from above in the dungeon. The sound of stilettos echoed, and the door opened, revealing a woman entering the premises.

"So, this is the woman who's been stalking Jazzen. You again, Omega," the woman sneered, and I recognized her as Catherine.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not stalking Jazzen. It was merely a coincidence that he was present during the incident," I confidently replied, trying to defend myself.

"No excuses! Boys beat her up and focus on destroying that ugly face of hers. It disgusts me," Catherine ordered.

A group of three men entered, known to be lackeys of her father. One of them pulled me out of the cell and forcefully threw me onto the dungeon floor, scraping my knees. Suppressing my tears, I endured the pain.

"Beat her! Don't let her escape without wounds, and make sure to destroy that ugly face of hers," Catherine commanded.

"You bitch! What have I done to you? Are you just jealous of my appearance that you feel threatened by me?" I shouted at Catherine. In response, she ordered the two men to tightly hold my arms.

With a loud smack, Catherine's hand struck my face, causing blood to flow from my lip. I refused to show weakness, enduring the pain inflicted by her.

"You are nothing but a torn existence in my eyes! Your mere presence as a lowly Omega irritates me," Catherine declared, gripping my shoulders tightly. She stopped speaking and checked the time.

"Well, it's time for my date with Jazzen. You can rot here," she said, walking away with excitement evident in her steps. Meanwhile, the men continued to beat me until I lost consciousness. My face was wounded, and it would take months to heal without the aid of my wolf.

They eventually returned me to my cell, leaving my body battered from the physical brutality they had inflicted upon me. It was a miracle that, as an Omega, I could heal myself in weeks, but the injuries I sustained would take months to heal.

"Ouch! I'm in severe pain. You bitch will pay for this!" I shouted in frustration. Being weak was a significant challenge in the werewolf race. But for now, my eyes grew heavy, and my body longed for rest. I curled up into a ball and decided to sleep.

Today is the third day of my punishment. The guards will soon come to escort me out of here and deliver me to my adoptive parents. The dried blood on my body serves as a visible reminder of the torment I have endured. I must look so pathetic, but what can I do? I have no authority to question or punish them. If I were to challenge them, I would be cast out of the pack and labeled as a rogue wolf.

Click clack... Click clack... The sound of the guards' footsteps reverberates through the air, making me feel uneasy as I overhear them talking and laughing about omegas.

"Omegas are nothing more than slaves to be exploited," one of the guards remarks, his height considerably shorter than the others.

"Hahaha, you're absolutely right. This bitch will finally be released from this filthy place. I hope our alpha punishes this weak girl," another guard with unkempt hair adds.

"I'll unlock this cell, but you better behave," the shorter guard warns. He unlocks the cell and opens the door, forcefully grabbing my hand. I flinch, but I endure the mistreatment.

"I can walk now. Please release your hand," I say timidly, grabbing my shoulder and walking slowly.

"What an ungrateful bitch you are!" the guard with unkempt hair sneers. Walking outside and seeing the sunlight after three days feels surreal.

"You should clean yourself, don't you think?" the three guards say in unison before leaving, heading towards the alpha's office.

"Life is full of misery, and I am living proof of that," I reflect sadly. My dear parents must be worried sick about me. I walk slowly towards the public bathroom designated for our kind. It is poorly constructed, made of wood, but thankfully it is not dirty. As I begin to clean myself, I can't help but notice the slight discomfort as I scratch my wounds. Once finished, I grab a towel that is hanging nearby.

"Lily, I am sorry that we cannot help you," my mom says, tears streaming down her face as she holds my hands, looking at me with pity.

"We are just their slave's daughter. We cannot interfere with them," my father kneels beside us, visibly holding back his tears. The house feels gloomy, but it is clean.

"Lily, the alpha informed us that you cannot go to school. He does not permit you to study now," Enna, my mother, says through her tears.

"But Mother, I haven't done anything wrong to deserve such severe punishment. Why are they doing this to us? All we want is to live freely," I say, hugging my mom tightly as I sob. Suddenly, a surge of heat rises in my heart, causing a sharp pain.