Rejected Alpha

part 1

It was hard to fall asleep. No matter where he turned, all he felt was pain. He had tried to clean the blood off his wounds, but he was too weak to do so. 'It's hopeless.' He sighed. What was it now, days? Weeks? Just how long was he down here? How long was this gonna go on for? He wondered to himself.

   He lay on his side that had  the least amount of bruises and just faced the wall till he figured he was safe to sleep.

   When morning came, it was time he endured it all again.

   Punches came left and right. No matter how much he screamed and pleaded, no one heard him.

   "You little fag!" He heard someone say just before he was kicked repeatedly. "You weakling just fight back, and this will all be over." Someone else said before punching him right in the jaw. This went on for what felt like hours. He was bracing himself for another hit when someone came in. "Guys, the pack house is being attacked by rogues. We need all of you outside!" One of the betas barked.

   They all left, and he was left alone. He laid on the cold, hard ground until someone brought down his food.
   It was hard to eat with a blind fold on, but he made do. Once he was done, he put the plate under the door. They would come get it at some point. They always do.

   Is this how it's gonna be for the rest of his life? Constantly in chains, wearing a blind fold, getting beat every day? He surely hoped not. He got up and washed up. He still had blood on him from yesterday's beating. 

   All of this treatment just for being a male omega...

   He didn't sleep all night. He just laid there facing the wall and thinking of how this is going to all play out. He was thinking of his parents and his brother. His parents were always worried something like this would happen. That's why his parents tried so hard to keep him away from his pack mates. He knew that now, there was a reason as to why they were so overprotective of him. If only he had listened, he wouldn't be here now.

   "Don't ever leave the house!" He could hear his mother saying to him. He ignored it and continued walking out the door, walking close behind his brother.

   He shrugged off the memory and finally went to sleep. When he awoke in the morning, he got his food per usual. He could hear some guards talking down the hall about something. He wasn't sure what they were talking about, though. He got closer and put his ear against the door. He could hear them finally, but barely.

   "We have it all set up now." One guard said. "Should we get him now?" Another guard said, chiming  the keys. "Not yet. Let's wait for the alphas order on what we should do with him."

   He had no idea what they were even talking about, but it seemed like it had something to do with him. Were they planning to kill him? A thousand thoughts were rushing through his head.

   A few minutes later, he heard the guards come in. "Come on, Jax, get up.  Today is your lucky day." One of the guards said before picking him up off the cold concrete ground.  They unchained his ankles and left his hands chained. He didn't know where they were taking him. They took him down some stairs, and he could hear a crowd of people in the distance. Just where were they taking him?

   They finally stopped, and he tried to use all of his senses to find out where he is. He sniffed the air and was met with various scents. The air was cold, much like the room he's in has air conditioning. He could also tell that there were a lot of people where he was.

   Just what in the hell is this?