SOLD TO THE VAMPIRE KING AFTER DIVORCING THE SCUMBAG ALPHA

Amanda's POV I laid on the bed face burrowed into the sheets with my ass in the air. This was supposed to be an intimate moment between me and my husband, but it was far from it. Blinded by love, I made myself into a pest. He treated me how he wanted me. He treated me like I was the most worthless person on earth. Having his phone in his left hand, looking at the picture of Aurora. In his right, he worked himself, finishing on my back with a grunt that held more feeling than anything he’d ever spent on me. Just then, a call came through which he picked up. “What do you want, Carter?” Scott, my husband, asked his assistant while wiping the c*m off his fingers with a tissue on the nightstand. “Sir…I wanted to tell you that Miss Aurora is back in the states." My entire body froze up. The cold patch on my spine seemed to burn. As I looked at Scoot and found the splitting grin on his face. Five years, five years and he had never looked at me with such an expression before. It was either nonchalance or disgust. But just hearing Aurora’s name brightened up his entire day. “Are you serious? Are you sure?” Scott asked in a shaky voice as he hurled himself from the couch, hurriedly changed out of his shirt, almost tripping over a pile of clothes. His entire body vibrating with happiness and energy. “Yes sir…I am very much sure because she called me herself to inform me about her arrival” Carter answered. “Damn…. Then why didn't she call me herself? I'd have waited two hours earlier before her arrival. She must be feeling cold now” Scott continued talking to Carter while rummaging through the wardrobe no doubt to retrieve one of his overcoats for Aurora. “Well, “She said she didn’t want to cause any trouble, sir. In case you were… occupied.” Carter said and that earned me a look of disgust from Scott. He walked towards the door and slammed it close but not before hearing “ Seriously…she should know by now that I have no feelings for this pathetic beta twin of hers”. I slammed my eyes shut as tears welled up in my eyes. Sometimes, I wonder what I did wrong. Why I wasn't enough. Why couldn't he accept me for who I was? Why the people who even birthed me didn't think I was good enough. They all had my omega twin sister, Aurora in their eyes. It was like we were from the same womb but somehow, I had different parents. I had always lived in my sister's shadow. Whatever I did wasn't good enough. I was always good for nothing. Because apparently even Scott, whom I loved for 7 years doesn't deem me good enough. It was like they all kept whispering in my ear. Worthless. Second Choice. Spare Skin. I tried very hard to make him love me. Followed him through thick and thin. I became his maid, his servant, his secretary, his friend and his wife but I still wasn't good enough. He always had his eyes on Aurora. Then sometimes, I think back then and ask myself what at all I saw in him. Was it his appearance? Was it his personality? Or was it his aloof nature that made me think someone like him would treat me like the trophy of his heart. Then, it came to my parents. I always thought that parents are supposed to love their children no matter what. But that wasn't the case for me. Unfortunately, I was born a beta and my twin sister who is 10minutes older than me was born and omega, the heart of the family. In our world, humans are classified into dynamics. The Alpha, powerful in nature, always at the top of the food chain. They were either CEO's, politicians or any positions that were high. Alphas were strong, some have heightened senses, and of course, there are pheromones. Alphas pheromones are always aggressive but then a little gentle towards omegas or their mates. Then, there were omegas, the exact opposite of Alphas. They were weak, gentle, beautiful and unique. Some omegas can heal, soothe people, and have a good fertile body. Then there was also the dominant omegas. They had the most enticing scent. The difference was that dominant omegas could take one's pain away, give energy to another person they trust, and also have a voice that can compel anyone when they sing or so much as talk in a soothing way. They were very powerful. They can bring some Alphas to their knees when they get angry and only their true mates are able to calm them down. And then… There were people like me. Betas. We were what they called ‘the in between’. Neither blessed with commanding dominance nor gifted with enchanting allure. No enhanced senses. No intoxicating scent. No supernatural abilities. Just… ordinary. Invisible. The kind of ordinary that was easy to overlook, easy to replace, easy to use. Betas were everywhere, yet we were never truly seen. Secretaries, assistants, teachers, nurses, servants, background characters in a world that only valued power and beauty. We didn’t make alphas tremble or soothe their violent tempers. We couldn’t weaken another with a single note of our voice like dominant omegas could. We could not heal with a touch or inspire devotion with a scent. We simply existed, breathing in the same air but never belonging to it. They called us stable. Neutral. Balanced. What they really meant was disposable. Betas were expected to be grateful for being allowed to exist beside greatness. Grateful to serve. Grateful to support. Grateful for scraps of affection thrown our way by those who were born better. Nobody expected a beta to dream big. Nobody expected a beta to be loved fiercely or chosen with intention. We were told to be practical. To be useful. To stay in our place. And I had obeyed. Because that was what my parents taught me. I always had to make sure Aurora ate her food. I always had to cook for the family. I always had to do laundry for them. Even an omega maid was worth more than me, their beta daughter. I obeyed when I followed Scott through crowded college hallways as if orbiting a sun that would never warm me. I obeyed when I chose the role of his secretary instead of my own ambitions. I obeyed when I stood at the altar knowing he had never once looked at me with love. I obeyed when I spread myself thin, hoping devotion could make me worthy of a heart that was never meant for me. Every humiliation, every rejection, every quiet night spent alone while he whispered another woman’s name, I accepted it. Because Betas did not challenge fate. We endured it. But the world forgets something about Betas. We may not be blessed with gifts that glow on the surface, but we are built to survive. We endure silently, yes. We take the blows. We bend. But there is a moment, buried deep inside the quiet, where the breaking stops and something sharper forms in its place. Stone becomes steel. Silence becomes fury. Obedience becomes rebellion. And once a Beta decides to rise, there is no hierarchy powerful enough to drag her back down. They made me feel ordinary. They made me feel worthless. They made me feel small. They made me feel like a second choice. But they made a mistake. They forgot that even the most overlooked creature, when pushed into darkness long enough, learns how to become a monster of her own. But even before I become this monster, I want you to know my story. What exactly took place SEVEN YEARS AGO.