Chapter 5
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Kira POV
"Hey, freak, you missed a dirty spot!"
I turned just in time for a dirty rag to smack me in the face. The sting of it wasn’t half as bad as the laughter that followed. A group of omegas stood near the sink, their arms crossed and smirks plastered across their faces.
"Leave me alone," I said quietly, wiping my cheek.
"Or what?" sneered Mari, the ringleader. Her bright red hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she looked down at me as if I were less than dirt. "You gonna cry? Run to Eldra? Oh wait, she’s the one who wants you gone."
The words hit harder than the rag I held. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let them see the hurt and pain that played within myself.
I turned back to the dishes, scrubbing harder than necessary, as anger formed. The packhouse kitchen was already spotless, but they always found something to pick on each time they saw me there.
"You think acting all quiet makes you innocent and easy going not to?" Mari said, stepping closer to me.
"Everyone knows you’re cursed, Kira. Everyone knows it, including the ones born on this day knows that. Why don’t you just leave this pack to the forest and die?"
"I’m not cursed," I muttered, my hands trembling.
"Oh really?" One of her lackeys, a boy named Ethan, chimed in. "Then why did all three of your mates reject you in same night? Must’ve been some reason you aren't. Telling us"
The laughter was deafening and insultive.
My heart ached at the mention of Rylan, Leo, and Dax, but I forced myself to stay silent and not react weakly.
Suddenly, the sound of splashing water filled the room. I turned to see Mari dumping a bucket of soapy water all over the floor.
"Oops," she said with mock innocence. "Looks like you’ve got more cleaning to do, omega."
The others joined in, knocking over chairs, spilling flour, and making a complete mess.
"Stop it!" I shouted, my voice cracking.
Mari’s eyes sparkled with glee. "Make me."
I wanted to fight back. My wolf growled inside me, begging to be unleashed. But I couldn’t. Omegas weren’t allowed to fight, not even in self-defense.
The door to the kitchen swung open, and a group of warriors walked in, including Leo. My heart sank.
"What’s going on here?" Leo’s voice was sharp, his piercing gaze landing on the chaos.
Mari stepped forward, batting her lashes. "Oh, Kira’s just having a little trouble keeping up with her chores. She spilled water everywhere."
I opened my mouth to protest, but Leo’s cold glare silenced me.
"Clean it up," he said flatly.
"But—"
"Now, Kira." His voice was like ice.
The warriors left, and Mari smirked triumphantly. "See? Even your mate doesn’t want you. You really are worthless and totally a waste of time."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, grabbing the mop and starting to clean. My hands shook with anger and humiliation, but I refused to let the tears fall.
"She won’t last much longer," Ethan whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "Soon, she’ll break."
Hours later, as the kitchen finally quieted down, I leaned against the counter, my body aching from exhaustion. I stared at my reflection in the window, my eyes red and tired.
"Why do I even bother?" I whispered to myself.
A rustling noise behind me made me spin around. The kitchen was empty, but the sound grew louder, coming from outside. Curiosity—or maybe desperation—pushed me to the back door.
I stepped into the night, the cold air biting my skin. The noise came from the edge of the woods.
"Kira," a deep voice called, low and menacing.
I froze. "Who’s there?"
No answer. Only the sound of footsteps approaching fast.
"Kira!" The voice was closer now, dripping with malice.
I turned to run, but a hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back into the shadows.
"We need to talk," the voice hissed. "Before it’s too late.”
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