The Forgotten Omega

My precious daughter Nathalia, our journey together has been a tumultuous one, filled with unexpected twists and turns that have tested our strength and resilience. When I discovered that I was carrying you, my heart swelled with both joy and fear. Joy, because you were a precious life growing within me, and fear, because I knew the challenges we would face as a result. Your father's pack, driven by archaic beliefs and traditions, rejected me when they learned that you, their future alpha, would be born as a female omega. It was a devastating blow, as I had hoped for their acceptance and support during this vulnerable time. But their narrow-mindedness and prejudice prevailed, leaving me to navigate this journey alone. Despite the hardships we have faced, my only goal has always been to keep you safe from the dangers that surround us. I have fought tooth and nail to shield you from the harsh realities of a world that often fails to understand or accept those who are different. I have

As a small town appears in the distance, my attention is abruptly turned to my right by a sudden noise. The sharp and piercing sound, cuts through the calm atmosphere like a knife. Despite my best efforts, I struggle to identify the source of the sound, my ears straining to catch any clue that will help unravel the mystery. Was it a branch snapping under the weight of an animal? Or perhaps the rustling of leaves caused by a gust of wind? The uncertainty gnaws at me, filling me with a sense of unease. Shaking off the distraction, I continue my journey towards the town, determined to reach my destination. But just as I begin to regain my focus, a loud noise to my right startles me once again. This time, it was unmistakable – a deep growl that echoes through the air, sending shivers down my spine. My heart races, pounding against my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage. With a mix of curiosity and dread, I turn to face the source of the disturbance, my eyes widening in

Once I have completed my meal and drink the limited amount of water he permits. He gradually rises from his seat and ominously shifts the chair away from the icy bed. As I avert my gaze towards the distant wall, tears stream down my face. While in the background, I can hear him retrieving an item from the assortment of objects he refers to as “toys.” Suddenly, without warning, a sharp, painful sensation pierces my hip, causing me to cry out in anguish from the impact. “Let the excitement begin, little omega. I have recently administered a single dose of a potent aphrodisiac through the needle you felt. Ensuring that you will soon experience heightened sexual desire.” His laughter resonates with a sinister tone, reflecting his malicious intent. As Sir spoke, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The potent aphrodisiac he has given me is something I have never experienced or heard of before. And the thought of being under its influence was terrifying. Sir's twisted gr

“Where is our granddaughter?” A lady's voice said. “Ma’am, before I can tell you anything, I have to know who you are even talking about?” the male nurse says. “Who the hell do you think we are talking about?” The man roars. “Your hospital contacted us and said you found our granddaughter and that she was severely hurt. So where the hell is she?” A man's angry voice said. “Sir, please quit roaring at me. I am trying to do my job,” the male nurse cried. As I lay in my bed, I am enveloped by the warmth of my covers. However, my peaceful sanctuary is disrupted by the chaotic symphony outside my room. The voices, a mixture of angry shouts and urgent pleas, seem to penetrate through the walls, disturbing the tranquility of my sleepy haven. Despite my desire to remain in a state of drowsiness, each word and syllable pierces through the haze, jolting me into a state of alertness that I am not yet ready to embrace. As time passes, the commotion outside seems to intensify, as if the wa

With great effort, I slowly rise from the bed, feeling the weight of the physical toll my body has endured. Every movement is accompanied by a sharp pang of agony, but I push through it, determined to make my way towards the bathroom. It is there that I hope to find solace in a warm shower and the new clothes that my grandmother had thoughtfully purchased for me. As I gingerly step into the shower, the realization hits me that it has been an indeterminable amount of time since I last experienced the soothing sensation of warm water cascading over my weary form. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, I find myself unable to contain my sorrow. Tears mix with the comforting droplets, creating a bittersweet symphony of release. Gradually, as my sobs subside, I gather the strength to attempt washing my hair. However, the simple act proves to be a painful reminder of the toll my body has taken. Excruciating pain shoots through me, forcing me to cry out in anguish. In that moment of despair, th