Chapter 6 : Emmily POV

Every day brings a new problem I must face as I drag myself out of bed to start the day. I stood and looked around my small, shabby room, feeling upset by its appearance. The main issue with my room is its small size; it feels cramped, like a closet. I haven't quite worked out how to get someone else in this room yet. Coincidentally, my ex-roommate was also an omega. She unexpectedly found her mate, a warrior. I have not had a roommate since she moved out.

It's perpetually challenging to be an omega because of how we're treated. Throughout history, omegas have always been regarded as the lowest and least powerful in the ranking. I never accepted it because I thought acceptance would make me feel worthless. I will not submit to anyone, unlike what is expected of omegas. I'm known as a feisty individual who is unbothered by the concept of life or death. My mother decided to move us to this pack when I turned ten. I'd pondered the why, but shortly after becoming comfortable, an unexpected attack happened. My mother and several other pack members were killed in the rogue attack. My life took a more complicated turn from that moment.

Expect to be physically attacked and bullied by the others through hitting, kicking, and punching. They forced me to do their chores because they were too lazy. Because I was the youngest, the abuse continued for a considerable time. When I was thirteen, I began to hear many rumors about my mother and me. The reason we left our old pack is now clear to me. I am the product of my mother's infidelity. Years later, the man I thought was my father, my mother's husband, discovered he wasn't my biological dad. Upon rejecting my mother, the Alpha banished her without delay.

I found out Luna ordered the omegas to abuse me. Because people gossiped that my mother had an affair with the Alpha, and that I was his illegitimate child, she gave that reason. The unanswered question of Alpha being my father fuels Luna's ongoing hatred for me. I was helping women with food preparation in the kitchen. While carrying two trays to the dining hall, I tripped over something, fell, and spilled all the food. Laughter made me turn my head; Omega Roxanne had intentionally tripped me with her foot. Her friends laughing at me pushed me past my breaking point. My options were to stand up for myself or passively accept the bullying. After taking off, I brushed myself off and went to see Roxanne. I'm 5'6", and she's approximately 5'9", possessing dark skin, black hair, and honey-brown eyes.

Roxanne could be beautiful, but her personality makes her seem heartless and unattractive. Moreover, she has a reputation for promiscuity.

Roxanne chuckled, commenting, "Look, girls, that worthless mutt is finally standing up for herself," as her crew echoed her laughter.

Listen up, if any of you try to bully me again, you'll be sorry. You have been warned.”

Roxanne replies with sarcasm, "Oh, I'm so scared."

I responded instantly, "You really should be."

My words seemed to amuse Roxanne again, prompting another chuckle as she looked to her friends. Turning towards me, she declares, "Remember, you can never overpower me, you bitch. You'll always lose against me; your next attempt will end with you joining your slut mother in the grave," she threatens, jabbing my chest.

All I recall is seeing red before grabbing Roxanne's hair and repeatedly punching her in the face with my free hand. A growl came from behind me, and when I turned, I saw Roxanne's crew. I shot them a furious glare, letting out a powerful growl that shook the room. The girls, having paled, quickly ran from the kitchen; I then turned my attention to Roxanne. After hitting her and making her fall to the ground, I proceeded to kick her in the stomach, resulting in blood spewing from her mouth. I only stopped torturing Roxanne when someone embraced me and lifted me up. I recognized it was Dorian from their scent as Beta Swanson entered the kitchen and took in the surroundings. Beta Swanson notices the blood on my hands.

"Does my work impress you?" I chuckle.

"Bring her to the dungeon," growls Beta Swanson.

I was escorted out by Dorian. Roxanne's injuries, discovered later that day, included two broken ribs, a broken nose, and the loss of her two front teeth. As soon as news spread that Alpha Nehemiah had kept me in the dungeon for a week, nobody dared to cross me after what I did to Roxanne. People tiptoed around me, even when I was just working in the kitchen. Being alone suited me, so I was relieved.

Dressed and ready, I closed the door behind me and heard women chatting as I descended the stairs.

"To ensure the Alpha ball's visit is successful, this place must be immaculate," a woman explained.

Another woman excitedly adds, "I'm so looking forward to it; I heard Alpha King will be attending."

I voiced my doubt that Alpha would let them attend the ball. Chances of that happening are slim, as I headed to the kitchen and started my chores, I overheard whispers just before.

"Hey, guess what? A male voice states, "We now have a new slave in our possession."

"Male or female?" a man questioned.

"Obviously, Terry, Alpha will definitely choose a female over a male," the man replies.

Terry let out a sigh. “Ray, you know what goes on in that conference room; anything could occur.”

"Yes, I've heard that too. Has anyone seen her? Ray questions.

“She’s still in the conference room,” Terry said.

I am not surprised at all to hear that Alpha has a new slave. Women have recounted many experiences to me, primarily those happening in conference rooms. Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Beta Lady are said to have non-traditional sexual desires. Women leverage their strengths by joining orgies and engaging in sexual activities with visitors, reinforcing the Alpha's status. I was both disgusted and sympathetic upon hearing of the women's suffering.

I am disgusted by the thought of the new girl being violated, but I am unable to intervene. I was so focused on mopping that the sound of someone sneaking up behind me went completely unnoticed.

"Emmily," a voice called out.

As I turned around, I was startled to see Dorian with another girl. I observed a girl who seemed to be approximately 5'7", with brown skin, wavy black hair in a ponytail, and striking green eyes. From her expression, it seems she is afraid. I wonder what happened to her. I was annoyed to hear from Dorian that Alpha ordered me to mentor the new girl; Alpha always makes things hard for me. Upon completing his assignment, Dorian received a mocking "Alpha lap dog" label from me, prompting a growl and his angry departure. My gaze made the girl uncomfortable; she lowered her head, breaking the silence before I had a chance to say anything.

"May I know your name?"

Fear still etched on her face, she whispered the single word, "Winter," her head raised slightly as we held her hands. With the floor mopped, I turned to see Winter's nervousness. I broke the silence and spoke again.

"Winter, I'm unsure why the Alpha wants me to guide you around the kitchen as I don't handle chore assignments. They want us to share a room, so let's go.”

Winter nodded, followed me, and I opened my room door when we arrived. "Welcome to my haven," I said, moving aside.

As Winter entered the room, she glanced around, her thoughts unreadable. Lost in thought, I stood there observing until Winter’s voice snapped me back to reality. It's pretty awesome.

My reply was, "It's not big, and it is a bit cramped, but it's still something."

Winter explained, "No explanation is needed; this is better than what I've experienced before."

"This room is unbelievably cramped; there's barely enough space for two," I said, shaking my head.

Noticing the missing spare mattress reminded me my former roommate had taken the bed with them. Knowing where it was, I told Winter I'd be back. With a nod from her, I left the room and walked down the hall. Reaching the attic door, I stop. I claimed the staircase upon entering, and after reaching the top, I moved things.

I found a twin-size mattress, dusted it off, and carried it downstairs. I was shocked to see the furniture rearranged upon entering the room. "I put my dresser in the far-right corner by the front door, and organized my books in the opposite corner," Winter explained.

"How long was my absence?"

Winter sighs and chuckles, “Ten minutes, approximately.”

"Wait, you organized this all in just ten minutes? My curiosity is piqued, and I'm taking in my surroundings.”

Winter said, "To make things easier for us both, I hope you don't mind."

“I wholeheartedly agree! I found a mattress in the attic, just be aware it's a little dusty.”

Winter whispers, reaching for the bed, mumbling, "It's better than nothing, the winter settled in rapidly; upon sharing my background, she found my struggles unbelievable. I was thankful she didn't pity me.

Winter, tell me everything that happened in the conference room. "I don't understand, can you explain?" Winter asks, looking taken aback.

“I suspect something else occurred in that room.”

Winter retorted, "If you want me to undress in front of them, the answer is no."

"How did you manage to avoid doing it when all the other women were not able to?"

Winter’s reply: "I'm standing my ground. Being seen as pathetic is better than complying with those bastards."

"We're going to connect really well, because I already like you," I replied.

“Winter, share your story with me now.”

"Other than being sold at 14 by my father, changing packs often, and facing rejection twice, my life has been unremarkable."

“I'm confused; can you explain what you mean when you say your father sold you? I ask.

“Emmily, how much time can you spare?”

Sitting on my bed, I say, "Enough for you to explain."

After Winter finished filling me in on all the details while sitting on her bed, I started to feel consumed by anger and had the urge to punch walls. I was rejected by the man I considered my father due to my mother's betrayal through her affair, which I now understand. The most devastating revelation was that I wasn't his daughter; this shattered him. My mother's infidelity had repercussions that also impacted me. In my heart, Nigel Rose will always be my father.

Her father's heartlessness in the Winter case was beyond my comprehension. Selling her as property, especially since she is a child. Winter's life was full of sorrow, especially the betrayal inflicted by her father. Her pain is visible, yet we both hide our suffering, bearing it alone to avoid showing weakness, despite silently crying within.

“Winter, how could your father sell you? Was it possible for someone to stop him?”

"Challenging Emmily, their Alpha, was out of the question," Winter stated, implying it was impossible.

"So, if your dad's an alpha, does that make you an alpha female too?"

"Please keep this a secret, only between us," Winter begged, highlighting the need for discretion.

"Your secret is safe; I won't breathe a word."

"Emmily, I really appreciate your help," Winter says to me.

"No problem," I responded, developing a friendship with Winter. A considerable amount of time has passed, and now a mind link is being established.

"Emmily, where are you, child?" a voice called out.

“Mrs. Hicks, I'm in my room right now.”

“Child, you have outstanding tasks and must also bring the new girl. Alpha wants me to start assigning her tasks right away.”

"We'll be there shortly, Mrs. Hicks," I said, closing the link.

Turning to Winter, I said, "Time to work, let's go." We both left the room.