The Alpha’s Little Omega

CHAPTER TWO

***Liam's POV***

"You cannot simply discard her like this," Elder Marcus said, his voice trembling with rage and concern. "The moon goddess chose her for you. To reject a chosen mate brings terrible imbalance to the pack."

I laughed in a cold voice. "With respect, that is ancient nonsense. The world is advancing. No one beliefs in those superstitions anymore."

"But Alpha..." Elder Lorren began.

I whirled around with my green eyes flashing with anger.

"Enough. Mating with Nadia from Ravenglass Pack will strengthen our borders against the rogues. That is what matters now. Not old wives' tales."

I watched the two elders exchange worried glances. They feared me but they feared the moon goddess's wrath more. The other elders are in support of my decisions except these two.

The elders didn't matter to me, but my control was essential to my plans.

"This is a mistake," Elder Marcus pressed. "The bond between an Alpha and his chosen mate is sacred. To break it..."

"I said enough!" I roared with my wolf pressing against my skin and threatening to break free.

Just then Brock stepped forward. He leaned in close, and whispered into my ear.

"It has been done, Alpha."

My eyes met his and a slow smile spread across my face, transforming my features into something far more dangerous.

"Excellent." I turned back to the elders, forcing a polite smile. "Forgive my temper, gentlemen. I have much on my mind. If you'll excuse me."

Without waiting for their response, I strode past them and Brock followed, matching my long strides as we made our way toward the hidden staircase beneath the pack house.

"The two elders will cause problems, they have always been in support of the former luna," Brock said.

"Let them," I replied, descending the worn steps. "They are nothing but old men clinging onto dead traditions. By tomorrow, I’m sure they will forget her name."

We passed through a narrow corridor and the air growing colder and damp. The scent of mold and ancient stone filled my nostrils and at the end of the passage stood a heavy iron door, reinforced with thick silver chains. Brock produced the key from his pocket.

"She put up a fight," he said, unlocking the door. "More than I expected from such a weak omega."

My smirk widened.

"Good. Let her burn out that fighting spirit. It will make breaking her more satisfying."

The door swung open, revealing a small stone cell. Ava Silverthorne sat in the corner, her silver-blonde hair tangled and dirty with her pale skin ghostly in the dim light. Her icy blue eyes... the eyes that once held such warmth... locked onto us with hatred.

"You have no right to keep me here," she whispered with her voice weak but steady. "We are no longer bound. So I have every right to leave."

"Rights? You think you still have rights, little omega?" I crouched before her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She flinched away from my touch. "But what should we do? You know too much that now those rights are useless. My friends in the rogue territories, the shipments we move through the northern borders... you were too curious for your own good."

"I only wanted the truth," Ava said, her voice trembling. "I wanted to understand why you wanted to destroy…"

"Why you wanted to destroy me. " I interrupted. “That should be my question.’

“No one is destroying you. You are the one who is…”

“You still never learn your lesson, do you?”I scratched my forehead as irritation began to wash over me. “You keep talking back, answering my questions with questions and challenging my authority. I never want such Luna.”

“You want a stupid one.”

“No. More of an obedient one. But now…you are the opposite of that. So for that reason you will stay here until your fragile little life fades away. Perhaps a few months in this darkness will teach you some humility."

Ava's eyes filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. Even broken and beaten, she held herself with a dignity of a Luna that made my wolf snarl with irritation. Wolves like her should know their place... broken and begging.

"You won’t do this to me.”

“Watch me.”

“Please," she whispered, looking at Brock. "Brock, please. Help me. You don't have to do this with him."

I almost laughed. She didn't even bother to beg me but Brocks. She must have thought Brock had some flicker of conscience left? I wouldn’t blame her, after all she had always thought he was on her side.

"Give me the whip," I ordered, holding out my hand.

Brock passed it to me, watching with cold amusement as I examined the leather strands.

"You should thank me, Ava. I am giving you an anniversary gift... the chance to learn proper obedience."

"Liam, don't..." she started.

I struck her across the back and the crack of leather against flesh made Brock grin.

She screamed with her voice echoing through the dungeon but no one would hear her down here.

"Pathetic," I muttered, striking her again. "This is what happens to little omegas who think they are more than what they are."

I watched the blood seep through her thin shift, staining her pale skin crimson.

My wolf loved the scent of her fear, the way she tried to curl into herself, trying to escape the next blow. This was what she was born for... broken and bleeding beneath stronger wolves.

"Stop," she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "Please."

But I never stopped until I got satisfied.

Then I dropped the whip, wiping my hands as if she had dirtied them.

"You will remain here until I decide otherwise. Perhaps when you learn to keep your mouth shut, I will consider letting you see the sun again."

With that I turned and walked away, leaving her crumpled on the cold stone floor. Brock followed me back up the staircase, locking the door behind us.

But as I walked back to my study, I saw the two elders standing at the entrance, their faces pale with worry.

"Where is she?" Elder Marcus demanded. "We have looked throughout the pack house and cannot find her."

My expression shifted instantly, transforming into one of perfect concern.

"Ah, yes. I should have told you. She fell ill suddenly... some complication from her weak health. I sent her to Ravenglass Pack for treatment. Their healers are more skilled with omega ailments."

The elders exchanged skeptical glances.

"We do not believe this," Elder Marcus said slowly. "Can we see her immediately? There are some questions we need to ask her."

My smile didn't falter but I felt the tension tighten in my shoulders.

“Believe what you want. I have spoken. If you have any questions you want to ask, just ask me directly. I will answer in her stead.”

But none of them said anything, so I walked past them, dismissing them entirely.