The weak Omega becomes Luna

CHAPTER TWO: Change

Fiona Skye

I sat in front of the wash house, taking my time to do a heap of laundry. The soapy water swirled around my hands as I scrubbed the clothes with everything in me even though they would always find fault in it whether I did it right or not. It was mostly Scarlett’s clothes that filled the washtub. The arrogant and wicked witch. Clear enough, I couldn’t fight back and keep up with her excesses but then I had my tongue and mouth. I had made peace with cursing her to my satisfaction.

My mind wandered back to the day when everything changed between Darren and me. It was the night that I had mated with him, giving in to the urge that had been building inside of me. But afterward, he had grown distant, avoiding me and refusing to meet my eyes. I tried to understand what I had done wrong, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure it out.

I itched my back neck repeatedly, feeling the hotness from the sun while it shifted my thoughts from Darren and me. The heat of the sun beat down on my body, especially my head, but I kept working, knowing that the sooner I finished, the sooner I could rest if only they would let me. The washtub was also filled with the maids' clothes, followed by the men's clothes. I took care to wash Darren's clothes very well, making sure that every stain was removed. After all, I knew that he would be most displeased if they were not pristine. Lastly, I washed his father's clothes, a task that I hated, as he was an arrogant and demanding man.

I hung the clothes on the line to dry, wiping my hands on my apron as I surveyed my work. I hoped that it was up to the standards of Alpha Maximus, but a part of me feared that it wouldn't be. After all, he was a man who always found fault with everything.

I picked more clothes to hang, and immediately I spotted a figure approaching in the distance. My heart leaped into my throat as I recognized the figure approaching. It was the witch herself, her face impassive as she approached with a heap of clothes in her hands. The airbrushed through her auburn hair that fell on her shoulder. She was about 5’8ft and pretty. Yes, she was pretty. I would give it to her but then if she’s pretty with a wicked heart she isn’t pretty.

“Wash these clothes,” Scarlett commanded, throwing the heap of clothes in her hands on the floor. She had continuously been a thorn in my flesh from the day I started to serve as a slave to their pack.

The furrowed lines on my forehead deepened as my brows knit together in a puzzled way. My eyes widened with confusion, looking at her intently in disbelief and earnest inquiry.

“But I just washed these clothes last week,” I implored.

She frowned her face, furrowing her eyebrows.

“How dare you talk back at me?!” She hissed. Before I could defend myself, she slapped me across the face and the force of her hand made my head spin. I staggered, trying to regain my balance as I felt a trickle of blood running from my lip.

She retraced her steps, standing before me with anger flashing in her eyes. “I own you and you must serve me the way I want,” she said, her voice cold and hard. “You will do as I say, or there will be consequences,”

I stared at her, my mind reeling from the slap. I wanted to run, but I knew that I couldn't. I had to stay because where could I possibly go?

Before I knew it, her minions made their way to the wash house.

“What is going on here?” Elara asked. She was the most lousy of them all with her ugly face and stinking personality. Even when they had no strength to bully me, Elara would always be ready and energized to bully me to almost death.

“Don’t tell me she said she won’t wash them,” Tamara added. She was the third witch of the Blood Fangs pack. Quite pretty but toxic and busty.

Alexandria stood there with hands akimbo, watching them. She was the quietest in the group. She had me wondering every time why she was part of Scarlett’s minion. She acts like one who was threatened and made to swear her allegiance to them. She doesn’t like troubles but she gives them otherwise she won’t be on the good side of Scarlett.

“Could you imagine that this pig grumbled about the clothes I brought to her to wash? She said that they haven’t been worn,” she scoffed. A disdainful smirk played on her lips, and her eyes rolled in exasperation. The lines on her face tightened, expressing irritation and disbelief.

“What?!” They yelled in unison except for Alexandria who stood there, watching them like a movie.

Instantly, they gathered up the clothes I had hung on the rope and dropped them on the floor, laughing and jeering as they did so. They lifted their dirty, muddy shoes and stomped on the clothes, grinding the dirt into the fabric. I wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but I knew it would only make things worse. I could only watch as they destroyed everything I had worked so hard to clean.

gaze around, sighting Darren as he approached us, I felt alive and hopeful. Surely, my mate would help me. But to my surprise, he walked right past me, his eyes fixed straight ahead. I watched in heartbreak as he continued down the path, ignoring the scene happening in front of him.

Scarlett called out, “Darren, I’ll be with you shortly. Don’t miss me too much!”

My heart sank, hearing those words from her. Could that be the reason he had been treating me like trash ever since we mated? Doesn’t he know fully well that I am his mate? Why was Scarlett being this way with him? I felt my anger rise, but I was so weak from the bully that I could barely move. As I tried to raise my fist in retaliation, my vision began to blur and everything went black.