My Lycan Miracle

Worthless Omega

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT AND GRAPHIC SCENES OF ASSAULT

I don't know how long I was out for, but when I came to, the first thing I noticed was the pain. It was throbbing through my head and my whole body felt bruised and battered. I tried to move, but my hands and feet were still tied to the tree. The tape had cut into my skin and it was sticky with blood. I tried to scream, but my throat was raw and it hurt too much to make any noise.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and I closed my eyes, pretending to be unconscious. The footsteps stopped next to me and I heard someone say, "She's awake."

Someone grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up. I opened my eyes and saw Matt standing there looking at me. He had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Time to go," he said, untying me from the tree. "The Black Raven Moon pack is coming tomorrow. You have work to do back at the packhouse to get it ready.

He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up. I staggered a bit from being in the same position for so long. Matt shoved me towards the path that would take us back to the packhouse.

"What about my clothes?" I asked.

"You'll get your clothes back when you get the packhouse ready."

"But I'm naked!"

"Yes you are, and you're going to remain that way for a little while. If you do a good job cleaning, organizing, and preparing the packhouse, you'll get your clothes back. If not, you'll have to stay naked."

I stared at him. "Naked? All day? And tomorrow and the day after that?"

"No, not all day. But you can't go back to the house until your chores are done. And you'll be naked while you're doing them."

"But I can't stay naked all day!"

"You're an omega that thinks you're good enough to be my Luna. You will do what you're told, and this will teach you your place."

I was angry now. I was naked, I had been spanked in public, and I was going to spend the day doing chores. I was being humiliated and it wasn't even for punishment for anything I had done wrong.

"Wait here," he said, and he went into the house.

I stood there, alone, naked in the courtyard, feeling the sun on my body. It was warm, but not hot. There were clouds off in the distance toward the ocean. They looked like they might be moving in this direction. The house was quiet. The dogs were nowhere to be seen.

I wondered if anyone was watching me through a window. But then, I wouldn't really care. I had been told to stay here; I could accept their judgment if they thought I was a bad person for being naked in the courtyard.

He came back out, with a blanket over his shoulder. He stood in front of me.

"Come with me," he said, and he walked toward the kennels.

The kennels were big, open structures with huge dog runs attached. There were three of them, and in each one were two dozen dogs. They were all big dogs—German shepherds, rottweilers, Great Danes, dogs of all kinds, but all of them well-muscled and trained to attack. I had no doubt that they would rip me apart at the slightest at the slightest provocation. My pack was one of the only ones that kept dogs and they were more vicious than an angry werewolf.

I followed him, feeling a bit anxious about what he was going to do. He stopped in front of the door to the largest kennel.

"In you go," he said, opening the door.

"What? No! Why?" I asked, backing away from the open door.

"We need privacy you stupid omega slut."

He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the room. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong for me. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me into the kennels.

"Please don't do this, please," I begged.

"I own you omega slut, and I can do whatever I want with you."

I was crying now. "No, please don't do this. Please."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. "If you're a good little omega slut, maybe I'll let you come," he said, before throwing me to the ground.

I was shaking and crying. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground and took out his c**k. It was a giant, throbbing member, bigger than any I had ever seen. It pulsed in his hand, aching for me.

"Please don't do this to me," I begged. "Please, I'm begging you."

"Your mouth is begging me," he said, laughing, as he took a fist full of my hair in his hand and pushed my face into his crotch. "Suck it b***h," he said, as he pushed my head down onto his c**k. I tried to pull away, but he held me there as he forced his c**k into my mouth.

"You're going to suck my c**k whether you like it or not," he said, as he pushed my head down onto his c**k. He held me there as he forced his c**k into my mouth. "I'm going to teach you a lesson in humility," he said, as he moved my head back and forth on his c**k. "That's it b***h, suck it."

I felt cold, stone cold. My mate, the man who was supposed to protect me was treating me like I was property.

He pushed my head down harder and I gagged. I could feel the bile rising in my throat. I knew if I threw up, he would beat me.

In the dark, I could feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair. With each jerk of his c**k, he yanked my hair harder.

I tried to suck harder and faster, anything to make it end, but my mouth was dry and my jaw ached. He pulled his c**k out of my mouth and slapped me across the face.

"You're a slut," he said. "You're worthless."

He slapped me again and pushed my head back down on his c**k. He thrust his hips forward, ramming his c**k down my throat. I gagged, trying to pull away. He grabbed my hair and yanked me back. Then he pushed his c**k all the way in my throat and held it there.

I tried to breathe through my nose, but he held my nose shut and forced his c**k deep into my throat. My eyes were tearing up and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I knew he was hurting me, but I didn't fight back.

"You're a stupid b***h," he said, as he tugged on my hair harder and f****d my face. "You deserve this."

The tears were streaming down my face and I could feel his c**k pulsing

and twitching in my mouth as he came. He let go of my hair and I gasped for air. I couldn't breath.

I felt like I was going to throw up. He stood up and laughed at me. I was still on my knees.

"Get out of my sight you stupid omega slut. Make sure the packhouse is clean or I'll punish you even more." He growled, stuffing himself back into his pants before storming off.

I scrambled to my feet, running towards the packhouse. I had to clean it now. I had to make it perfect.

I was a f*****g omega, I had no rights, no choice. And I was the one who had to clean up his messes.

I reached the packhouse and dropped to my knees again, cleaning the floor with a frenzy. He couldn't punish me anymore, I was already in hell.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take all his abuse, his cruelty, his neglect.

I was going to run away.

I was going to run away and never return to the f*****g packhouse, never return to the f*****g pack, and never return to that f*****g alpha, ever again.

I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care. I just had to run away.

From here.

From him.

From everything.

I knew that I couldn't go far, he'd find me. But I just had to get away, just for a little while. Just for a few hours. Just for a day or two. It wasn't a lot to ask for, was it? It wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

I dropped the rag into the bucket of water and stood up. I needed to think of a plan. Maybe the Black Raven Moon pack coming would be the distraction I needed to escape. If I could just put enough distance between us before I rejected my pack, maybe I would survive.