THE PACK'S SLAVES.

Omegas are the PACK’S slaves.

The clan knows omegas to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed beings, and vulnerable to touch.

Who spreads their scent, their pheromones around, waiting for an alpha to take them into their wings for shelter, to escape the abuse and the prejudices of being an Omega.

They made us believe we were born to be slaves to the alphas because they were higher than everyone in rank and we have no right to stand up to them.

We were lucky to be born. Alphas were born to rule us and make lives better.

So, we should be grateful.

Hundred years ago, my generations of Omegas strived to be the strongest of all.

They planned a rebellion by aiming to break the prejudices against them.

The maltreatment they got from the alphas made their lives caged and miserable.

These alphas treated them like worthless pieces of trash.

Animals with no emotions.

They criticized them. Mocked them.

Stepped on their feet.

Sat on their back. Threw leftovers at them with a leash over their neck, tied to their chairs.

As they watch them munch their leftovers like dogs.

Then, they rape them. Impregnate them to produce pups for them and once they are done with them.

They sell them like prostitutes. They discard them.

They did whatever they wanted with Omegas because there were no laws for them to be protected.

Only Alphas and Betas had laws.

Anyone who associates with an Omega is nothing but a disgrace to the clan.

Even the Lycan Kings and the dragons should have nothing to do with Omegas.

They were nothing but lowlifes, punching tools, a dump and an emotional bag to them.

The world they tried so hard to change fell into shambles.

They were all crushed and once again; they became slaves to the alphas and the clan.

They’ve been trying to fight for their freedom for years, but they always failed and no one has stood against these alphas.

Reading and knowing their history crushed my soul.

I was one of them.

It brought tears to my eyes because it is still happening to this day.

The only omegas who escaped the awful world of Omegas were the nobles.

The ones born to the world with a silver spoon.

The lucky ones who don’t sell their bodies for survival.

The lucky ones who escaped the world of Omegas were werewolves like me.

Yet, my family and the people I loved dearly never approved of me being an Omega.

They saw it as a disgrace.

A shame and a taint to their reputation.

And…they ruined my life.

I’m 20 years old, an omega from the Frostbite Clan.

Raava Snowfall.

I am the princess of the Frostbite clan, the daughter of an Alpha, the Gamma of the Frostbite Clan.

Our clan is beautiful and has large classical silver walls with millions of werewolves living in it.

We live separately from humans.

I live in a luxurious palace together with my monstrous father and a stepmother who hates my existence with life itself.

I’m five foot seven feet tall with my beautiful dark blue hair cascaded down my waist.

My clan knows me for an Omega with striking features, including high cheekbones, full lips, dark honey eyes, and defined eyebrows.

I also had a symmetrical face with a slender nose and a chiseled jawline, often described as captivating and elegant.

I am slim and a little curvy in body shape with flawless skin.

People always belittled and bullied me since I was born as an Omega, because of my gender and how I didn’t meet my parent’s and the clan’s expectations.

And they labeled me as a whore, a tool to be used until it runs out of its use.

They trained me strictly, subduing me to obey them and do as they wished.

Just like how my father sold me by forcing me to get married to an unknown Alpha, to a monster for his greed.

An Alpha, a horrible tyrant, who thinks only of himself and gets into anything as long as there is a hole in between.

As I walked into his chambers, I felt frightened to see his back shoulder standing in front of the window.

I knew there was trouble.

My husband’s outraged temper was no joke.

I could feel his anger at each shaky step I took. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you, Ragnulf, I had to…”

“Don’t you dare call my name Raava?” He turned towards me with his red eyes, which were filled with rage, and I could sense his clenched jaw.

This was going to be a terrible quarrel. I’m sure of it.

He is always belittling me. Does he think I am that stupid, or is he just being ignorant because I’m an Omega?

He could do as he pleases. I don't care.

Of course, it was because I am a measly Omega who has no life.

“I’m sorry, is there any way I have offended you? I could make amends and see what I can do.”

“Stop with the pretense. I hate that look of innocence on your face. It’s very disgusting." He uttered with venom, walking towards me with his black luxurious suit on.

His short black hair, which was slightly curled above his eyebrow, was as beautiful as a black diamond.

His piercing golden eyes were as intense as the sun.

His defined handsome expression with a pointed nose, an incredible jawline, and his calm, deep voice was soothing to the soul when he smiled with his pale lips.

Only the naïve wolves would think he was perfect.

When he gets furious, he was a monster.

He engaged in constructive training to develop his muscular physique.

He was six feet tall and his skin screamed perfection.

It’s no wonder everyone wants to get him for themselves despite him being married.

“What can I do to appease you?”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? How many damn times have I told you to stay away from me, bitch? I told you to stay put in the clan. Wasn’t that an order?” He took the jug beside him in a rage and threw it in front of me.

Which got shattered on the floor as I took a little step back, taken aback by his actions.

My eyes were blurry with tears, I didn’t know what to do.

He’s angry. He is always like this.

Bitter to the soul.

My hands were sweating so much, hoping he wouldn’t beat me to a pulp again.