THE OMEGA'S SECOND CHANCE

Avery's POV The window rattled as the cold wind from the mountains rushed into the room, making it colder than it already was. I was compelled to close it but the harsh whispers coming from the mountains were the only thing that kept me company in this dark and quiet room and so I could not dare to do that. Curled up in the bed sheets, and shivering from the cold, I wondered why I was cursed like this, the moon goddess should not have let me be born if this was how my life would go. A life like mine is worse than death, that was the only explanation for my situation. The door lock was tweaked and opened, I heard footsteps walk into the room. Warm air seeping from the outside. I wanted to get up but I was too cold to move. I heard a voice and I quickly recognized it as the voice of my father's beta, as he spoke to whomever he was with, “The visitors are still here. The king has asked that the girl should be kept here until they leave so that they will not find out about her.” And I heard as the person replied, “Yes, general.” Then the door shut. The person leaving with the general, or maybe he was standing guard outside. I was not sure, but it was likely he stood guard outside because no one wanted to come near me. Even when it was clear that there was no way they could become an Omega by staying or standing near me; still they kept their distance, Father's own was worse, he would rather have me killed than show the world that a great Alpha like him could not even produce a beta as a pup and ended up having a very weak omega. I scoffed, mocking myself as I lay, hands hugging my knees trying to keep warm, There was a sudden desire to hate myself greatly with the thoughts of how to die, suddenly filling my head but Eleanor; she always knows the right time to pop up even though she knows her presence made me weaker, “You are not hating yourself again, are you?” I did not say anything to her, only rocking myself on the creaking bed, wallowing in self-pity. “Oh, no, Avery, don't do this to yourself. Even if everyone does not acknowledge you, acknowledge yourself, please. You have only yourself and I left in this world. If you cannot even love yourself then what is left?” Her voice was admonishing and at the same time sympathetic, I didn't even bother to pay attention to her tone, it was the part where she said that there was nothing left that got my attention. “I want that, Eleanor. I want to have nothing left to lose so I can throw myself in front of those visitors and force Father to have me killed.” My eyes watered and the cold air almost froze my eyes open but even though I felt them getting harder and harder to shut, the tears could not stop flowing freely down my cheeks, “Avery…” “Eleanor…” I cut into whatever she was about to say, “You don't understand. You have not been bad-mouthed, spit on, denied by your own father, or called upon as the reason for my mother's death. Hated by your own pack, what kind of life is that? Just me facing all of this. I'd rather just die!” I yelled at her in my mind, and it drained my energy greatly. Eleanor retreated immediately and I was all alone again. Using my little strength to warm my freezing body. They would still let me out but only when the visitors leave. It was usually like this, I was like a virus, a… I heaved, unable to think anymore. I grabbed hold of my aching heart and cried the more, my chest and heart aching within me. Silently, I prayed to the moon goddess for the visitors to be gone by morning so I could finally come out and no longer be cooked up in this scary cold room where all I could do was have evil thoughts. My eyes began to flicker, sleep enveloping me, I struggled to stay awake but only a little before I allowed sleep to win. Before I could fully close my eyes, my quivering lips let out a silent prayer, “Moon goddess, please let the morning be the beginning of the end of my problems.” ……. “Get up, you lazy thing!” A loud voice roared and banged the door open, I was startled so much I sprang up, sitting on the bed and looking at the door but it was after I had done that, that I realized I was still stiff from freezing all night, My whole body ached immediately and I curled up back in the bed, fighting the pain that pierced me like daggers. “I said get up, not lie down, you piece of trash!” The voice came again, almost yelling into my ear. The next thing I felt was a hand grabbing my wrist and I was flung off the bed the next moment, my body hitting the ground hard, “Ahh!” I screamed and grabbed my shoulder, the cracking sound of it dislocating, echoed through the room. I bit down on my lip to suppress the pain, hot tears running down my eyes. I knew if I cried out loud they would hurt me more. I was used to harsh wake-up calls. One-time father used a whip on me, but today was different. I was being handled like a murderer, The same hand grabbed me again, pulling me off the floor and dragging me out of the room, into the long passage that led to the outside of the palace, The man pushed me forward, and I staggered, almost falling. My shaking legs miraculously allowed me to move. I was faint, tired, hungry, weak, and sickly and I walked down that passage like I was heading to the slaughterhouse, I held onto my broken arm and kept my sluggish pace even when the man behind me kept pushing me forward. Eventually, we made it outside, the palace doors opened, and the bright morning sun pierced my sleepy eyes. I shut them down immediately. The pain they caused me felt almost as bad as that of my arm. The man must have tried to push me forward again, but then I heard my father's voice, “Enough! You can leave now.” There was a mix of feelings within me immediately. I tore my eyes open regardless of the pain, just so I could look at him, 'Did he just care for me?’ It seemed too good to be true, but when I looked I also realized that I was dangerously close to the edge. The push could have sent my body tumbling down these stairs and my spirit to the moon goddess, I let out a pained smile. ‘Once again, you keep me alive to suffer' “Come here, Avery.” He called me. I looked at him, he was standing with a man that was dressed oddly, I went down the stairs as he instructed me. My eyes were on the man who kept leering at my body. I had become self-conscious of him, but I pretended not to be. I walked close to Father. The almighty Alpha Theodore Jenkins, all holy and with the most benevolent heart showed his true colours and I was the victim. He grabbed my arm and flung me to the feet of the oddly dressed man. I looked at him, but he was not looking at me. “I don't need money, I just need her out of here. She can serve as a good breeder. I am sure there are men that will like her. She is quite strong even though she looks very skinny.” My eyes widened. I scurried to Father's feet, grabbing his robe. “Father, please. I promise I will never let anyone see me or know about me. I will do anything. Please don't sell me, please I’m your daughter, please, I beg you.” I saw his feet rise, and before I knew it, he kicked me, his shoe digging into my stomach. The pain cut through me as my body flew lazily, crashing onto the ground like a rag doll. There was no way my weak body could take all this pain. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't even grasp the air. , my ribs felt like they were crushed and were on fire, and all I could do was whimper like a dying dog before everything went black.