Novel & Cerita Humiliation From Miss Alika

"That bitch! How dare she humiliate you like that!" I opened my phone and went to our pack's internal social media platform. Pinned to the top of the feed was a photo of me, wearing the humiliating brand. The photo was crystal clear, capturing my shame from every angle. The caption was even more vicious: "Look at our 'noble princess'! Turns out pure-blood Alphas aren't so special after all. Can't even take a little joke. What a delicate little doll. But what can you expect from a pretty face with no sense of humor?"

She did not have any friends who would go through thick and thin with her, and she didn't have a backer who could support her like how Jayden was to Silvia. All she had was her body, which was tarnished and full of scars, and the nightmare of being humiliated by Mr. Donald... Perhaps, without Mr. Donald, she could still fight for her life. However, after being humiliated countless times, she knew that her life was completely over. Thinking of her miserable past, Alina looked in the direction where Mr. Donald was being imprisoned with a solemn look in her eyes. "You old piece of sh*t, I've told you that if I'm going down, I will bring you down with me."

No, she could definitely not say that. Herley looked past Daciana into the face of the only girl in this wretched palace who held any kind of love for her. “I’m sorry Al,” She whispered to Alisa as she turned back to face an enraged Dacaiana. “Do what you have to do,” She replied with a resigned sigh as all traces of humor left her face. “No! No! We can fix this! There’s a way! We can…Something,” Alisa yelled hysterically as Maliya wrapped her arms around her and they both crumbled to the floor in tears.

"My parents felt sorry for her, so they let her stay as a maid. Isn't that nice of them?" Her friends giggled and whispered. One of them—a blonde girl named Sara—threw her cookie on the floor. "Oops. Clean that up." I got on my hands and knees and cleaned it up. The pack members were just as bad. They saw Alia treat me like dirt, and they followed her lead. "Move faster, Omega." "You missed a spot." "What's the point of you, anyway?" I took it all. Every insult. Every casual cruelty. Every moment of being treated like I was less than the dirt on their shoes. I took it because I had to. Because I had nowhere else to go and deep down, buried under all the pain and exhaustion, I still had hope.

- Karila emphasized again, ignoring the real sentimental fact, she didn't believe in Allyson Brooke. — Equals recognize each other, Karila. –Allyson pointed with an unadulterated edge to her voice, like an onslaught. — That's why I recognize you so well from so far away, you don't deceive me. If your principle is to protect these Americans, you've already failed. I had to recognize failure, accept defeat, ask the Egyptian Police for help, and leave that country soon, just as I had been encouraging myself to do for some time. – The game changer was so heavily sinister that she could feel the electricity of the well-aimed attacks that landed on each other.

My name is Alaki Bea Miller—or in the world above: Alaki Bea X. That is what us, the inferior, are referred to: X. You think you understand until you’re living it. You don’t get just how little they think of you until you’re kneeling before them, beaten and battered.

Aleesha comes over to fix the waist bead and anklets on Halima as she touches parts of her body that's meant to be hidden shamelessly while laughing as Sa'eed makes disguted faces then laughs with Aleesha. Halima seeing that they're about to strip her off the last ounce of self respect she had, she lifts her purple ankle she hasn't noticed and kicks Aleesha square in vulva as her legs were open making her fall to the ground with a thud, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.

“Leo isn’t saving you. He’s using you just like every woman before you. Don’t flatter yourself because you’re not special. You’re not some tragic heroine. You’re disposable, you were born disposable.” Alisa didn’t move and just stared straight ahead, jaw clenched while her breath shallow and trembling. Her cheek throbbed where Naomi had struck her, the sting lingering but worse than the pain was the weight in her chest. The shame and humiliation as well as the pain. And also, the bitter, choking shame of standing there and taking it. Of letting someone like Naomi speak to her like that—again and not fighting back. She had promised herself or more likely sworn that no one would ever step on h

“Honestly, I don’t even care who wins. I just want to see Alisa’s face if she doesn’t win. She’s been insufferable lately.” “I wouldn’t worry. The only other wildcard this year is that new hybrid.” A pause. “Zane, right?” someone asked. “Yeah. The one both academies tried to claim.” “He’s kind of cute, though,” another voice chimed in. “Just… clueless.” Their voices faded behind me as I turned and walked away, faster this time. Shame and anger burned together in my throat. Alisa. She was the one who humiliated Charlie. Called me a mutt. Told me I didn’t belong. And she would be standing beside Miles. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.