Surviving The Night As An Omega

chapter 3

Chapter 3

And that leads me here, waking up everyday to come work at the Pack Kitchen, since our father literally sold us to the Alpha to do as he wishes with us , let's just say we have been living a pretty good life.

My brother and I started working for the Alpha since we turned 8 – then and now, well my brother and I really have come a long way surviving every pain and pack abuses towards us.

So here I am this blessed morning, standing in this glorious kitchen, clocking in at 5:00 am, always the first to arrive and the last to leave .

I immediately wear my apron moving the piles of dishes and ingredients to be used for breakfast, rewashing the dishes as fast as I could.

I move swiftly, alternating between drying and arranging the dishes,trays, cups and spoons for the morning use.

Before finally starting the main work for the day, preparing breakfast. The to do list already pasted on the kitchen wall ,a long list of demands as high as the Alphas’ egos.

I moved quickly prepping for their pancakes, preparing the batter as well as lightning the stove.

“345, 346, 347, 348,349, 350” I counted as I quickly flipped the pancakes every 15 seconds, my hand numb and sore from the action.

I quickly dished them out, pouring enough honey butter as I also moved to squeeze out fresh orange juice to each glasses.

“30 minutes to go” I reminded myself, plating portioned scrambled eggs to each trays .

“Bloom! You are running late on the breakfast, the Alpha’s coffee is yet to be made” the head chef Claudia bellowed as she waltz in glaring at me.

I didn't answer, neither did I look up but I could sense her disgust as she glares at me, years of working with her as taught me never to talk back and to remain mute when working, I quickly did as told and kept on with my work, getting her message across she scoffed at me before leaving the kitchen.

“Girls, set the tables and bring out the dishes…it's about time for breakfast “ she ordered, her gaze on the normal Omegas who happened to have just arrived.

I quietly moved to the corner as they all rushed into the kitchen, 15 girls in total looking fresh and clean in their aprons, each carrying the trays filled with the breakfast i painstakingly made.

My eyes following each delicacies carried out, my stomach growling so loud I am sure other could hear it but I know better than to reach for a piece.

Sensing no one else in the kitchen, I quickly hid the extra pancakes I made earlier, saving it for later.

Here in my Pack,we runts don't eat the meal; runts eat the leftover of the leftovers and they are barely any. I am the one who feeds the Pack but also the last one permitted to eat, only to be left with nothing more than scraps and burnt crusts no one wants.

Just as the girls were done ,the alarm bell rang, the door to the dining hall opened as Pack members trickles in, footsteps echoing in the large room.

I peeked through the door and saw them standing at the seats according to their ranks, followed in by the Alpha and his family.

The Alpha and his family looking too over the top, for a casual break fast,which no one finds surprising as it a daily occurrence, as they made an entrance.

The food scented air turned sharp with the heavy smell of sandalwood and cold citrus,the scent making my skin crawl, he struts in looking all majestic with is blue frock coat tailored heavily,not a single wrinkle in sight followed by his favourite boot polished so well, I could see my reflection.

Coward Tyson looks so comical in his 3 piece suit , contrast looking too heavy for a simple meal though.

The Luna and her daughter wearing an over the top floor length emerald silk dress paired with an heavy studded diamond on her neck, bitchy Hailey outfit is a total contrast to her personality though following right behind her mother, she wore a creamy lace dress looking every bit of a ‘sweet angel’ , she isn't

They looked so different from the rest of the pack making the atmosphere dense and stupid while we feel like ash and waste.

Alpha”

“Luna” the member chorused in greeting.

He nodded at them in response as they took their seat, seeing the Alpha eat first, others followed.

5 minutes in,the room now filled with the scraping sounds of spoons and plates could be heard as they ate, every one chattering followed by a boisterous laugh from the Alpha's table creating a lovely atmosphere.

Things were going well until a screeching sound was heard , disrupting the atmosphere.