Wilted

Chapter 3

Today is a big day for the pack.

Alpha Nolan is passing down his Alpha title to his son Jake.

This is a very big deal in our culture. The eldest child of the Alpha is given the Alpha title.
This occurs on two conditions: the Alpha chooses to retire and passes down his title to his child or when the Alpha's child has found their mate.

The reason for today's ceremony is because Jake has found his mate. And you'll never guess who she is.

My darling step sister, Layla.

Jake is 24 while Layla is 22. The reason they discovered they were mates so late was because Jake went to another pack for Alpha training because our current Alpha couldn't be bothered to train his own son.

Of course the Alpha didn't tell people that. His excuse was that he'd like his son to learn new skills from other Alpha's to better our pack for the future.

It was a believable lie seeing as the pack believed him but I saw right through his lies.

The pack was currently in havoc. Every omega and pack member was running around like headless chickens trying to get everything ready.

I was helping the omegas with cooking while the pack members set up outside.

There are seven omegas in this pack and are treated the same as I am.
Beaten for the simplest mistake. Beaten for something going wrong even when you aren't to blame. Beaten for not doing as your told.

We are all beaten into submission and that's no way to live; Living in fear is no way to live.

"Hurry up mutts. The guests will be arriving soon!" The devil herself screamed.
Layla was like a bridezilla. She was acting like we were preparing for her wedding and we were messing everything up and stressing her out even more.

I rolled my eyes and continued peeling the vegetables and chopping them.

After a few hours all the food was finished and set up outside and all the omegas were dismissed while I had to stay and help with last minute touches.

"Go home mutt. I don't want our guests seeing you" my father spat as he pushed me out the back door of the pack house.

I sighed as the cold air nipped at my bare arms. I ran my hands up my arms to try and warm them up as I began the walk home.
I could hear the distant sound of laughter and chatter of the guests before everything quietened down and the Alpha spoke.

I reached the house and shut the door behind me then went to my room.
I flopped on my bed and let out a pained yelp. I laid on my stomach for a while and stared blankly at the concrete wall opposite me.

After that night with the Beta a few days ago, I didn't wake up till late afternoon the next day.

Because of that, I didn't cook breakfast, lunch or dinner and I didn't do my daily chores. The consequences for that?
A beating that resulted in me falling unconscious. My father had broken 5 of my ribs, fractured my wrist, whipped my back so bad that it was a bloodied and mangled mess, also my skin was littered with bruises and cuts.

My ribs were almost healed but my back was still bad. One of the omegas helped me with dressing the wounds and my back is covered in bandages. The wounds often open during my chores but I'm forced to endure the pain or receive punishment.