Chapter 1

Loud cries filled the basement, waking me from my light slumber. I groaned and blinked my blurry eyes as I tried to adjust to the dark. I couldn't make out much, just the dark silhouettes of beds, and little mounds of sleeping omega's laying on top of them. I quietly sat up, making Charlie whine as I shifted the bed. I paid her no attention, instead searching for whoever it was making all the noise.

I quickly spotted two figures sitting up, a few beds down from mine. I rolled my eyes, immediately realizing it was Sydney and Sammy. I was half tempted to just flop back down, but doubted I be able to get any sleep anyway. It amazed me that no one else was up, and also filled me with a deep envy. I tiredly looked away from the noisy duo and towards the small alarm clock that sat on top of our only dresser. Four fifty three, it taunted me with it's glowing red numbers.  Just about thirty minutes till I had to get up. I pushed myself off the bed, figuring I might as well start getting ready since I was already up.

"What," Charlie asked with one of her blues eyes peeking out of her squished in face.

"Go back to sleep," I whispered before quietly sneaking out of the room, into our adjoined bathroom. I quietly shut the door, before I turned the lights on. Our bathroom looked like it belonged at a pool. All concrete with small stalls that had flimsy see through curtains instead of doors. It seemed like no matter what the floor was alway just a little damp, and it wasn't exactly odd to see a spider or two hanging out in there. The showers only ever ran cold water, and either came like little pebbles bruising our skin, or hardly at all. Because of that, all showers tended to be under five minutes.

I was the exception. It wasn't that I practically liked the showers here, it was just I always had the misfortune of picking the one that was out of shampoo or conditioner. I would just leave it, but I couldn't stand my hair when it wasn't properly taking care off. It felt gross and oily, and tangled into massive nats, that got caught in everything near my head. I couldn't stand it. Besides, my hair was probably my best feature, when cleaned and groomed right. It was a thick slick black, that hung in slight waves all the way to my ass. On the rare occasion I got a compliment, it was always directed at my hair.

Since I was the first one in here, and had plenty of time to spare, I was able to check the soap bottle before showering.  Effectively cutting my getting ready time down a good few minutes, which I used to braid my hair.

I wasn't exactly sure what to do after that. I needed to go get dressed, but most of the other's were still sleeping. Of corse if they could sleep through Sammy and Sydney's cry fest, then me getting dressed was fine.I turned off the bathroom light, and quietly crept back into the room wrapped up in a thin raggedy towel. I went over to my bed, and carefully opened my small box of clothes. Most of them were just hand me downs from pack kids, who either out grew them or just no longer wanted them. I had a few things that I just swiped from the laundry. Even then, it wasn't a lot, just a few old shirts, a beat up hoody, and a couple pairs of jeans. With out the lights I couldn't really pick anything out, so I just felt around and took out the first shirt and first pair of jeans I came in contact with. Once I was dressed, I threw my towel into the hamper crawled back into bed.

"Mm," Charlie moaned as I again caused the bed to shift. She pried an eye open and looked me over. Seeming puzzled she asked, "what time is it?"

"Almost five twenty," I whispered.

"Gross," she commented, "why are you up?"

"I felt like I wasn't getting tortured enough," I said, "so I decided to cut back on the few hours of sleep I get."

"Wow," she grinned, "no wonder you're Alpha's favorite. So dedicated to his cause of making everyone miserable."

"I know," I said, "I mean if it were up to just me, I'd kill myself. But I'm sure Alpha would much prefer if I slowly exhausted myself to death by not sleeping."

She laughed at that, earning a sleepy "Shuddup" from somewhere in the room. She stopped and covered her mouth with a small guilty grin. I just rolled my eyes, wondering why we were getting scolded when Sammy and Sydney were being much louder.

"Who's crying," Charlie asked as if just now picking up on the sobbing and moaning.

"Sammy and Sydney."

"Again," she asked, half way between annoyed and sorrowful. I just nodded. It wasn't exactly rare for someone to be crying down here, but Sammy and Sydney took it to a new level. It seemed like their watery blue eyes were always leaking tears, their chapped thin lips always coated in snot, and their small heart like faces always flushed red. It was excessive and bothersome, and any pity I felt for the two has long been dried up. Yeah, living here as an omega here sucked balls, but crying was just going to make you choke.

"I feel bad for them," Charlie said as she chewed on her plushie lip.

"I don't."

"Come on Ty," Charlie scolded me, "it's different for them. They weren't raised here. From what I've heard their old pack was good to omegas. This must be a huge shock for them."

"They've been here for what," I asked trying to remember when the two joined the pack, "like five years?"

"I think so," Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined.

"Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice."

"Umbridge?"

"You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.

"Oh yeah," she recalled, "she's a bitch."

"Exactly."

"Still," she said as she looked back at the two crying girls, "I bet they miss their home."

Before I could respond, the alarm blared out loudly. I winced as it pierced my ears, and Charlie groaned over dramatically as she yanked her pillow over her head. The other's slowly started sitting up, rubbing their eyes and lazily rolling out of their beds. The alarm shut off, and the lights flicked on. I blinked harshly, trying to adjust the assault of light as I listened to the other start to get ready.

"Kill me," Charlie complained, still sprawled out next to me, "Kill me, and switch out all of the high ranking girls' dark eyeshadows with my ashes."

"That's sick," I told her, opening my eyes wide open to give her my best horrified look. She blinked innocently at me, "Why? I just want to feel pretty for once!"

I choked back a laughs and shoved her off the bed. She landed on her ass with an oomph, before standing up and smacking me upside my head.

"Hey," I snapped at her, rubbing the stinging spot. Like the child she was, Charlie stuck her tongue out at me before she started to get ready. I rolled my eyes and got comfortable as I waited on everyone.

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I gave a bored sigh as I folded up another towel. Laundry duty was probably my least favorite, especially without Charlie next to me. Everything always seemed ten times more boring without the red head, since she was the only one that got my humor. Of corse I got a long well enough with the other omega's, but they all gave me weird looks whenever I openly wished to get hit by semi truck transporting manure.

Charlie was out doing yard work, and I'm sure she was making a fuss over it. She hated yard work, because she burned easier than a vampire under the sun. I smirked, by now she probably looked like she was cosplaying the red power ranger.

I wasn't fairing off much better though, as I got paired with Sammy and Sydney.

Unsurprisingly, the two were sniffling with every breath, as a stream of water constantly flowed from their eyes. How have they not died of dehydration by now? The two whispered back and forth, seeming content to just ignore my presence. Which was totally fine. Well, normally it would be, but I could actually feel my brain cells dying of boredom.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Sammy whispered as I started to listen into their conversation. Yeah, eves dropping was bad, but if they really didn't want me to know, then they wouldn't be saying it with me in the same room. Besides, a part of me really wanted know what their deal was, and I was bored with nothing else to distract me.

"Better then staying here," Sydney said, "have you noticed how not a single one of the omegas are past their thirties? Yet, they still have way more than any normal pack. Somethings' not right here."

"I'm well aware," Sammy said, "but what do you think will happen if they catch us? We shouldn't be hasty."

"Woah," I exclaimed unable to hold back anymore. These two were actually thinking of escaping? I wanted to laugh at the naive suckers, and cry for them at the same time. Were they idiots? Did spending time in that 'nice' pack make'em blind to what they are?

Omegas are weak, we can't protect ourselves. That's why we have no other option, but to serve those around us, in hopes that they'd take pity on us and take care of us.

These two, though, went around sobbing and weeping, like they lived inside a Nicholas Sparks book or something. It was annoying. They should just shut up and deal with their shitty hand in life, like the rest of us. What right did they have to complain? What they've experienced here is like child's play to some of the other omegas.

"Are you two fucking morons serious right now," I asked, "don't even talk about that shit! You're gonna get yourselves killed."

"Fuck off," Sydney said as she did her best to glare at me. It wasn't exactly scary given that she was soaked with tears, "at least we're not just rolling over and accepting this shit! You all make me sick! How can you just let them walk all over you? Omegas are supposed to be protected! This isn't right!"

"We make you sick," I quirked my brow at her, trying hard to suppress the brewing anger that was flooding my stomach.

"Bitch! All you've done since you get here is cry and complain, and you haven't even seen the worse of it yet! You're fucking pathetic and week. Throwing some hairbrained plan of running away together isn't gonna change a damn thing. If you really don't like it that much, then just kill yourself, and hope you're not an omega in your next life."

"Sorry we're not all fucking suicidal like you," Sydney mocked, "I actually value my life, no matter how shitty it is."

"Good for you," I praised, "it takes a lot of skill to find worth in something so useless."

"What's your problem," Sammy butted in, rubbing Sydney's back in an attempt to calm her.

"I don't have a problem," I shrugged, "I'm just not fucking delusional enough to think I'll ever be treated as more than a slave. Doesn't matter if there are packs out there that don't abuse omegas. They'll still look down on us and get off on their grandeurs of superiority."

"Our pack isn't like that," Sammy whispered."It is, you just don't want it to be," I answered, "it can't be help, it's just how wolves are. Nothing we can do, but just take our bad luck and wait for the gods  to take pity on us and relieve us of this word."

"You could fight," Sydney shouted. Her face went from beet red to ghost white so fast it looked like someone had dumped bleach on her. Her eyes widened in horror, as do Sammy's, as the realized her mistake. I sighed and went back to folding, deciding that my best course would be to act like I had been silently doing my chores this whole time.

The girls were fucked, and we all knew it. I on the hand could still get out of this unscratched. Still it sucked, I mean they did provide a bit of entertainment. Sure it was an infuriating kind, but it beat just standing here and folding towels. Aw well, Sydney brought it on herself. She shouldn't have shouted. She should have been smart enough to realize that we live with a bunch of werewolves who would jump at any chance to beat us senseless.

"What the hell's going on in here," one of the enforces shouted as he barged into the laundry room. I frowned a little as I peaked up. It was Devon, a man a few years older then me with tiny brown eyes framed by a square muscular body. He was a good fighter, and followed orders well, and respect was a big thing for him. I'be earned myself a few powerful hits from the fucker, one of which I'm sure gave me a concussion. It was either very lucky that I didn't get hit in the head again after that, or very unlucky.

"Well," I said as the girls failed to speak up, "this is a laundry room. This is where we clean and fold all the packs disgusting clothes. I know it must be a difficult concept for someone who's never cleaned a day in his life, but some people actually care about their hygiene."

I could feel the girls eyes burrowing into me in what must be utter shocked, as I just continued to calmly fold towels. Devon was  practically shaking in anger, and I was sure I was gonna be black and blue by the end of the day.

Succumbed to my fate, I cursed myself for being so fucking nice. Why couldn't I just let them take the beating? I didn't even like them, so why open my mouth?Of corse I knew the reasons. One being that I obviously just really hated myself, and was hoping that one of these beatings would lead to my death. The other being that I was just the stupidest mother fucker that ever lived.