Bully's Truth
901 Words
As I stood beside Beta Luke, I watched cautiously, waiting to see who else would make it through to the next trial.
In a matter of minutes, five other omegas had fought their way past the barrier, each visibly shaken, eyes haunted by memories they wished had stayed buried. Strength wasn’t just about muscle—it was about surviving the worst parts of yourself.
But something gnawed at me, a realization that sent an uneasy chill through my chest. If I could hear everything that happened at the barrier, so could Alpha Jack.
That meant he had just witnessed, in raw, undeniable detail, the torment—the bullying—that had festered within his own pack. That had been allowed to exist.
I turned to look at him. His gaze was locked onto Georgia, but this time, his expression wasn’t just stern—it was conflicted. Arms crossed tight over his chest, shoulders tense. But beneath that, a flicker of guilt. A shadow of regret. And unmistakable disappointment.
Georgia had been ruthless in the trial, throwing omegas aside, trampling anyone who got in her way without hesitation. Now, as she neared the barrier, she was fueled by sheer determination, refusing to let me beat her.
Then she hit it.
Her memories unraveled before us.
"Georgia, why can't you be more like your sister Stella?"
"Georgia, we can't make your school assembly. Stella has something on."
A slap rang through the air, sharp and unforgiving.
"Georgia, can't you do anything right?! Just look at you!"
"Georgia, you bring shame to this family. Leave! Never come back!"
The air around us felt heavier. And suddenly, everything made sense.
I glanced back at Alpha Jack. His jaw had tightened, his brows furrowed. And at that moment, I knew—he wasn’t just seeing Georgia for what she had become. He was seeing her for what had shaped her.
For the omega that had been discarded and broken before she ever learned how to fight back.
His regret was clear. He had failed her long before today. But there was also something colder in his eyes now—disappointment.
Georgia has endured cruelty, yes. She had been shaped by neglect, abandoned by the very people who were supposed to protect her. But instead of breaking the cycle, she had taken that pain and weaponized it against others. Instead of rising above it, she had become the same merciless force that had torn her down.
Alpha Jack exhaled, shifting his stance. It was subtle, but I could see the shift in his demeanor—like someone trying to reconcile two truths that didn’t sit well together.
Georgia was a victim once. But now, she is the one creating them.
I turned away, letting the knowledge settle. I knew Georgia and I would never be friends—but at least now, I understood her. And maybe, just maybe, that understanding would make surviving her cruelty a little less unbearable.
I kept watching Georgia, my earlier understanding of her still lingering—but it didn’t soften what I saw next.
She wasn’t pushing through the barrier the way the rest of us had. There was no moment of acceptance, no internal battle fought with reason or resilience. She was tearing through it with sheer, unfiltered rage.
I had seen nothing like it.
Her eyes darkened, flickering with unstable shadows, but streaks of crimson slashed through them—fiery, raw, volatile. And for a moment, the color wavered, turning a dull, sorrowful gray. A glimpse of something beneath all that fury. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.
Then she was through.
But instead of relief, instead of triumph, her gaze locked onto me.
It was unmistakable. That look, sharp and consuming, wasn’t just anger. It was blame.
She had faced the worst memories of her life in that illusion—and somehow, I had become the one she held responsible.
A chill crept through my spine.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed. The five other omegas beside me stood stiffly, their expressions strained, watching Georgia with a mixture of fear and unease. Even Beta Luke, Celeste, and Alpha Jack had picked up on it—each of them standing just a little more alert, their focus now shifting entirely to Georgia.
She had taunted me before. She had tried to break me, to make me shrink beneath her cruelty. But this? This was different.
This wasn’t just bullying. This wasn’t just another round of whispered insults in the shadows.
This was danger.
And I was her target.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my body to remain steady, though my instincts screamed at me to stay on guard. There was nothing I could do now except push forward—to survive the next trial.
Combat of skills.
Three more omegas followed behind Georgia, each one visibly shaken—not excited to move forward, but wary. Afraid. As if stepping into the next round meant stepping closer to something they weren’t sure they could survive.
And then, I noticed the omegas who hadn’t made it.
Unlike the last group—who had been devastated by their failure—this group looked relieved. Some even exhaled, shoulders loosening, as if escaping the competition was the better outcome.
I couldn’t blame them.
For the first time, losing felt like the safer option.
Yet, losing wasn't an option for me.
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