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I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that I was unloved. Unwanted.

But this—

This was something else entirely.

I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, mother, and sister looked at me like I was trash.

Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life like it meant nothing.

“You should be grateful to us." My father's voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his.

“Why? Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered, my chest squeezing in pain.

“Oh please, stop with the drama, take a look at yourself, would you love you if you were you?" My sister Rosella asked and my mother chuckled like it was funny.

“You're sending me to die and you're laughing about it?" I asked, my chest boiling in anger.

"We're giving you redemption from your pathetic life, you've done nothing but disgrace us as a family. We're only doing what's best for our family.” My mother finally said, looking at me with disdain.

She didn't need to say it directly but I knew I wasn't part of that family.

“What about me? What's best for me?" I asked and my father took a threatening step towards me.

“You ungrateful child, you should be happy we kept you alive, what gives you the right to think you can question us?!" My father boomed in anger and that made something in me snap.

“I am your daughter! I am your daughter, and you've done nothing but hate me for twenty two years, what have I ever done to you?!" I yelled in anger and I didn't see it coming when his hand landed on my face with a hard slap.

“How dare you?! How dare you raise your voice at me?!”

My eyes burned, my mouth wobbled but I refused to let the tears fall. I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting and ugly you look?” He sneered and all I did was stand there and take his insult.

"And you had to fucking come through my bloodline, do you know how embarrassing that is?! And as if that wasn't enough humiliation, you don't have a fucking wolf!”

My heart squeezed. My eyes burned harder but I'd rather die than let the tears fall.

"Father, father,” my sister said in her overly sweet voice she used in fooling everyone.

"Don't let her upset you, she's not worth it," she said as she held his hand and he sighed looking at her like the moon and stars revolved around her.

A look he'd never give me. Ever.

“If only you were like your sister. Rosella is making us proud. She's not only beautiful, she's strong and talented, unlike you.” My father said as he turned from Rosella, the look of pride he earlier had for her vanishing to disgust immediately his eyes landed on me.

"You will be sent to the King's palace with the other omegas and there's nothing you're going to do about it.”

“You know what Emilia, you should be happy. You get to die in the King's bed. That's if he doesn't kill you on the spot because there's no way the Alpha king would want to touch a pathetic loser like you.”

“You all are going to regret this." I said as I clenched my hands tightly, drawing blood.

“What are you going to do? Crawl from the grave and haunt us?” Rosella asked and they all burst out laughing.

To think that this was my family. They never really loved me.

My father said I was a disgrace to his family. I didn't have a wolf and I wasn't as pretty as Rosella.

So as punishment, he made me an omega. Imagine the daughter of an alpha being demoted to an omega.

I became invisible. Treated like trash in my own pack. Called all manner of names.

‘Fat.’

‘Ugly pig.’

‘Pathetic loser.’

At some point I began to believe them.

“I won't die." I suddenly said out of nowhere and they stopped laughing and all turned to me.

“I will survive." I said with determination but my sister snickered.

“Oh please, haven't you heard? No woman leaves his bed alive.”

And yet they were offering me to him.

"But I will survive.” I said again, determination wrapping around my chest like a chain.

"You're delulu,” my sister said with a shake of her head.

“You all will regret what you've done to me. I'll make you pay. I promise."

"Stop with the drama and go pack whatever garbage you have, you're leaving tonight with the others.” My mother said, like it was the most natural thing to say.

Rosella smirked as she looked me dead in the eye.

“You'll die Emilia, you'll die."