Surviving The Night As An Omega

chapter 2

Chapter 2

NOBLE VALLEY PACK

Omegas are meant to be treasured in a pack,they are the heart of the pack-- each individual is to be held with high prestige.

In every pack I have ever heard of, they are to be protected, respected because their role is delicate and important, but that isn't how it is in my pack, they have never followed the rules.

Our alpha is a narcissist dandy who prowls on the weak, going around feeling all high and mighty, puffing his chest like a king, seeing everyone beneath him.

Omegas are said to be the weakest on the food chain,they might be important but here they have to make their cut, we are forced to make the cut else we will be discarded.

In this pack, being an Omega is a curse, being two of them, born to the same failed family, makes it worse—a nightmare,we relive every day and here rank is everything.

I know this because I live it every day, I am an omega and so is my twin brother. He was born minutes before me ,spent his entire life shielding me.

In this pack Alphas command and were obeyed, Betas follows without question and Omegas? We don't have the right to complain.

We are expected to endure, our pain is reasoned as weakness, no law protects us , our silence is mistaken for acceptance, no one speaks on our behalf, the elders don't dare interfere.

We are called weak, a disgrace, if one of us stumbles the other is dragged down , when punishment comes we each take our turn. That is how we survive .

And here the omegas are divided into two eye rolling categories:

“The Normal and the runt Omegas”

The normal omegas are those who do the easy work ,live an easy life and sometimes sit alongside other ranks at the table.

It also has to do with how average the parents are ,how accomplished they are and how much they have contributed to the affairs of the pack,the rank status is 50% above.

The runt Omegas are known to be the weakest,the bottom feeders,the less privileged,influential,important,more like a waste of fresh air.

So they are known to do the dirty work of the pack, they are beaten,mocked, bullied at any slight inconvenience.

This is where we belong, things didn't start this way.

The situation now hasn't always been like this,from the little I could remember,we were once part of the pack not isolated,things were okay ,we were happy.

The pack was fun , co-existing happily,my dad was the best, he cared for us but all changed when my mom , his mate died.

My mom's death alongside many other members' deaths was caused due to the sudden brutal rogues attack which lasted for years , almost wiping out my kind close to extinction.May 15,2015 was a tragic day in our Pack's history.

The event was the turning point,my father who was once caring turned into a monster overnight. We were 6 when this event happened and that was the beginning of our doom.

Our father started with getting drowned in whisky, wallowing in a depression, that leds to aggressive outburst resulting to we being is punching bag .

We happen to look a lot like our mom,the same hair colour and eyes , for that he resents us the more.He broke us emotionally and physically giving us different scars for being alive.

Every single day is a battle to stay small,stay quiet and to stay together because we have only got eachother.

My brother and I against the pack.