The Alpha's Plus Size Omega

The Alpha's Personal slave

"This is for setting me up!"

Oliver howled in my face and I bent down immediately.

"You don't take that face away until I say so!"

He grabbed my jaw to face him, making me watch him dress up.

"Aside from the fact that you know how to satisfy me, do you know why else I agreed to this?"

I watched his gaze scrutinize my body, tempting to dissect me into tiny pieces.

Those eyes were no longer the ones he showed me that night after the s*x, this one was attempting to kill.

"I don't want to trigger a werewolf war!!...I know tradition and I keep to it."

He stated.

"I don't want to be your slave anymore, please let me go."

I whimpered.

It was day three of being in the Star Moon pack and Oliver turned me into his personal slave.

I'd serve his food, clean his space and, above all, satisfy him whenever he wished.

He also didn't forget to rain insults on me each time he gets down from me, reminding me of how worthless and valueless I was.

“You set me up on purpose, didn't you?"

He hit his large fist against a glass table which sustained a c***k at the instant, and I vibrated in fear, swallowing uneasily.

I had wanted to say something else, at least plead before the angry god in front of me, but before I could force my voice, his voice came again.

"You were jealous of your sister, weren't you?"

His eyes narrowed to a black slit, and I shook my head slowly, vibrating in fear.

"What could I possibly want from a weak omega like you?"

He roared, cutting my breath in an alarm.

I saw the pain in his eyes, and

I looked away to the floor immediately as the heaviness of his gaze scrutinized my body.

"Now I can no longer mate with another!"

He hit the table again, this time, shattering it into pieces.

Now I had gone completely mute, too weak to even whimper. I had just jumped off his bed after so many rounds and now this.

"What can you possibly offer me?"

He pulled me closer again and began to sniff me, "you don't even have any powers, so how do you want to become my luna?"

He was like the others, after all, he saw me just like everyone else.

As that worthless plus-sized omega.

"You'll regret setting me up like this!"

He roared angrily, his hands loosened my jaw, and he stood in front of me, making sure I watched him finish dressing up.

His biceps vibrated as he slugged his hands into his shirt and I felt my stomach quiver.

"Oh you moron!"

I howled at myself for being enticed by this man.

Oliver was incredibly hot, but wasn't it stupidity that I still found myself attracted to him?

He noticed that I had become uneasy and quickly moved towards me again, and this time my stomach made another quiver of fear.

"I don't hate you Amelia, I just hate the fact that I'm caught up in this mess."

There was a brief pause as his eyes scrutinized me again. They were filled with sadness and regrets.

"I can't make a weak omega, my luna, for guts sake!"

He sounded, this time with a more calming and convincing tone.

He watched my eyes narrow in terror and, realizing that his presence made me more terrified, he pulled away from me.

His hands plastering his head, I noticed he was trying to find the right words, and after some seconds, he breathed heavily and said,

"Meet me at 7pm tonight, I still want more of you."

I watched him leave the room, and quickly, I limped out too, scouting for a place to sit and regain a little strength.

Then suddenly, I remembered I wasn't done with the chores I was doing before he called me to service him, and

I needed to get back to it as quickly as possible.

Tears flooded my eyes as I watched the disaster my life had turned into.

Just then, I heard Amy's voice scream my name and I attempted to hide.

"Amelia!"

But she had already seen me before I could carry my weak body away to hide, and pulling me by the ear, she began to drag me.

"Why haven't you completed your chores?"

She yelled and landed her hands on my cheeks.

"Since you've proven to be stubborn, I'll show you how I handle stubborn people."

She pulled my hair and dragged me to the corner of the house, not minding my pleas.

Amy was the chief of staff at the palace and every maid bowed to her authority.

"On your knees!"

She howled loudly, and pointed at the heavy wood, signaling I lifted them.

"The Alpha sent for me."

I whimpered, as she wiped a thick stick on my back.

The pain radiated over my back, and with each stroke, it was as if my back was pulled at the process.

"Lift I say!"

Amy thundered, her voice threatening to bring down the roof and land it on my back.

Limping closer, my eyes popped open at the realization that the wood would actually be twice my weight.

There was no way I could lift it.

"I can't lift this, swine!

I howled as I plastered my dark gaze on her, my mouth taking the best of me again.

"How dare-"

"Are you blind to see that it's too heavy?"

I howled back, while holding her hand in the air.

I know, yes, I know that was daring of me, but I had pleaded, but she didn't listen, and now I had to stand up for myself even if it meant paying the price.

"How dare you speak back at me?"

Amy asked and immediately began to hit me again with the stick, inflicting deep wounds on my body.

She was perfectly built, almost the size of a female weight lifter and there was no way I would compete with her.

"Arghh!" I cried.

Finally, she let me go when I was almost lifeless and lying helplessly on the floor.

I lay helplessly for over a few minutes.

After some minutes, I heard distant footsteps becoming closer and my breath cut.

My shoulder shook at the command of a kick and I looked up slowly.

It was still Amy.

She slid a fat envelope into her coat pocket and grinned.

"Hope you speak back to me again next time." She said mockingly, making sure I saw that she was properly rewarded for her actions.

My heart bled when I lifted my gaze further and saw Sane standing and grinning, displaying something in between a smile and a smirk.

"You'll do this at least three times a week."

Sane said lightly and Amy nodded.

I broke down and began to weep uncontrollably. My whole body ached, and it was like the whole world was against me.

Now I was not going to face just being the Alpha's personal slave, I would always be beaten by Amy in Sane's order.

Night came and I was lying in my room.

It was one of the cubicles where the maids stay, but it was as if mine was especially designed to torture me.

There was no bed nor pillows there, and each night, I would lay with my back on the broken floor, and my eyes casted at the dark creaky ceiling.

It was past twelve and everyone had retired to bed.

I was supposed to be sleeping because of the rising bell that rings by 4 am every morning, but I wasn't due to pain.

My whole body was sore, causing me to shiver in pain.

The creaking sounds of my cubicle cage fell on my ears, and I jerked up from the bed.

"What does she want now?"

I cried within, thinking Amy had come again, but I was wrong, as I immediately felt a hand that gripped me from the back.

"Shii!"

His masculine voice sounded.

I tried to turn to face him, but his voice rose again immediately, his hands positioning me to back him.

"Don't look." He commanded, and suddenly, I felt his hands caress my back and he was doing things I could not explain. And just after a few seconds, the excruciating pain began to reduce.

My jaw dropped upon the realization that, for the first time in my life, someone had thought of showing me kindness.

He was healing my wounds!!!.

I gulped, my eyes shutting inevitably as emotions overwhelmed me.

Someone thought good of me and decided to come and heal me!

But who is he?

I pondered briefly, because aside from Alpha Oliver, the only thing that had the power of wound healing was the Crescent moonstone.

But only the Alpha had access to it, leaving me more confused.

"Who are you?"

I asked, expecting him to reply quickly.

I knew he wasn't Alpha Oliver.

The sweet smell of his cologne filled my nose and his breath fell on my back, caressing them.

His smell was totally different, and the aura was nothing similar to Oliver's.

I felt his hands stroke my belly and I fringed.

It was as if a surge of energy emerged from there, and I widened my eyes immediately.

Just then, I turned back to face him, but I realized I was now alone.

"Who are you?"

I asked loudly, wishing he would reply, but he was obviously nowhere to be found.

The man had healed my wounds, and left me with questions.