The Weak Omega

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 With tears streaming down my plump cheeks and my hands shaking on the silver dagger, I gazed down at it. As the maids and guards who had surrounded me made room for Alpha Rowland, I heard his voice ask, "What the hell is going on?" As I gazed intently into his deep blue ocean eyes, I realized that right then, my entire life was a mistake. One of the standing maids muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear, "She killed the alpha regent." Rowland retorted, "That is absurd," advancing toward me and staring at the statuesque, frigid corpse in his own bloody puddle. The regent's blood is all over my white shirt. I tried to defend myself, but my voice was not strong enough. I could feel my lungs straining for air, and every step he took toward me made my heart race. If I were a novice, I would have misunderstood his words, but I dare not react if I do not want to die without a trial. I could not help but wonder: where did it all go wrong? 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃. In celebration of my eighteenth birthday, I hurried out of the small space the regent had given me. For some reason, the regent has suddenly shown me kindness after the day Alpha Rowland's fiance beat me to death, and he even threatened to have her father resign from his beta position if the same thing ever happened again. I could not conceal the happiness I was experiencing that day as she gazed at my lifeless body on the ground. "I apologize, Regent," she said, bowing her head in deference, but the regent continued to humiliate her. He gave a firm order, saying, "I do not need your apology, apologize to her." My eyes flicked back to her frightened face as I opened my mouth in surprise. She asked angrily, her voice expressing her displeasure, "Should I apologize to this lowly orphan slave?" I slowly got myself off the ground because I did not want to be her next playing tool until she found another maid and my body would not give in because it was so badly damaged that it could not be repaired. I bowed my head to them before dragging my sluggish body away from them, whispering to him, "I am sorry, Regent. Lady Amelia is not at fault here, and I would love to take my leave in order to prepare for my shift." My name is Aria; I was rumored to have been found on the bank of a hay river outside the Dark Howl pack and taken in to work as a maid. Alpha regent Eric is the most vicious and feared alpha in the western area. His only child and son, Rowland, was crowned the alpha of the Dark Howl pack at the age of eleven, and we all submit to his strict rules because he kills to satisfy his thirst. I checked the time and discovered that I was also running late for my shift, so I dragged my feet over to the maid's room and cleaned myself with a rag and water before putting on another uniform. "f**k," I muttered as I hurried from the room to the garden. I bowed my head and said apologetically, "I apologize for being late. I dared not look at the chief's maid's face." "I understand that the regent defended you, so you feel superior to all the other slaves here." As she approached where I was standing motionless, the head maid of the chief spoke. With my head still down, I managed to say, "I am sorry." Her claws dug deep into my skin as she repeatedly prodded my chest. My wolf coiled up at the back of my head, unable to bear the pain, and I winced in agony. My head was racing, my entire body felt heavy, my eyes were hazy, and my soul was gradually leaving my body. "Do you require my explanation of your sad life?" With her claws digging deep into my flesh, she asked. My face was streaming with tears as blood seeped from the wound. "I apologize," I stammered out, attempting to maintain my composure. I fell to the ground after she shoved me aside. I was too exhausted to pick up my shattered self off the ground. While some kicked me before they left, I just lay there and served as their doormat while they stepped on me. "I suppose they enjoy beating you up." Lying on the floor beside me, my best friend Lydia said to me. "Instead of lying here with me, could you just act normal and help me up?" I rolled my eyes at her ignorance as I asked. I yelled in agony as she playfully struck me on the shoulder and said, "That is why I am your best friend idiot." When she finally assisted me in standing up, she muttered, "I apologize." Despite being a slave like me, Lydia's life is completely different from mine. She discovered that her partner was the beta's son, and he immediately accepted her—but only after she consented to be his concubine. After we were silent for a while, she whispered to me, "I can not wait for you to have your own mate." I did not want to make the conversation more stressful, so I just nodded. As she assisted me in returning to the maid's quarters, I shook my head, thinking to myself, "Perhaps I already found my mate and got rejected instantly after saving him." My thoughts turn to the night I got my wolf, when Kayla, a weakling, was able to smell our mate and even recognize when he was in danger. That fateful night, I dashed out of the pond in the direction of the chocolate leather scent. I have been wondering with whom the moon goddess will match me. And sure enough, I saw Alpha Rowland lying on the ground, gasping for air. I repeatedly hit and called his name as I started CPR on him. It was only when the tears fell to my palm that I realized I was in tears. As his breathing stabilized, he opened his eyes. He gave me a startled look and mouthed a thank you that was barely audible above a whisper. "Mate," I blurted, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to face me, but his face was expressionless as he stared at me. He merely nodded his head when I softly reiterated, "I am your mate." I was left rooted to the ground as he whispered, "I know." "Wait, will you turn me away?" I wanted to know where I stood in his life, so I asked him. I do not want to hold onto any more glimmer of hope that is not there. With a loud scoff, he questioned, "Do you think I will take a weakling like you as myself?" I just gave a simple shake of my head. In every way, I was nothing in comparison to Amelia. "I will turn you down when the time is right. He whispered, leaving me to my thoughts, "I have more important issues to worry about." FLASHBACK'S END She snapped me out of my reverie with the words, "I will take my leave now." "All right, no issue. I will just clean up and resume my work," I said, wiping away the blood. "I will assist you in taking the day off, so just relax," she said as she led me to the bed. I stared at her and a smile appeared on my face. I mouthed "thank you" as she waved me away. I muttered, "Privilege of being an acquaintance with the higherup," and closed my eyes to let nature take over.