Seven Mates

Thrown Out Like Trash.

Her words made my blood boil.

“Just shut the hell up,” I snapped, tears pouring from my eyes. “You know nothing about Omegas. I was almost raped today. And that’s all you have to say to me?”

“Did that hurt so bad?” she mocked. “I’m just telling the truth. And I didn’t make the rules. Society made them. Omegas stink. They give off that scent everywhere they go. They drive Alphas into a rut. And when Alphas rape them, you Omegas cry about it, acting like you didn’t cause it.”

“Ylva, you understand nothing,” I said through sobs. “You don’t know what it’s like to be an Omega. Stop talking about what you don’t understand. Stop putting others down for things they can’t change. You’re an Alpha, Ylva. People respect you. You get whatever you want. But that doesn’t give you the right to treat others like trash. Stop it.”

I had enough. I was tired of this family. Would they ever treat me like I mattered? I was their blood. But they never treated me like one of them.

“You don’t tell me what to do, Omega,” she said, stepping right in front of me. “I’m your sister. And yes, I’m an Alpha. That means I can do whatever I want. But you? You’re nothing.”

She looked me up and down.

“The only way for you to survive is to sell your body. Men will use you for s*x, for fun, for money. Or you can go to that pathetic boyfriend of yours. The Beta. Not even an Alpha. You haven’t even learned to shift into your wolf's form yet. And you think you’ll survive out there?” She laughed in my face.

I clenched my fists tight.

“I never said I would survive outside. I never said I wanted to leave,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re the ones pushing me out. And now you want to sell me to an Alpha who only wants to use me for s*x?”

“Who cares?” Ylva said coldly. “Does that matter right now?”

“You’re sick,” I snapped.

She laughed. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re saving your virginity for your little boyfriend?”

“That’s none of your business. And don’t call him that,” I said firmly. I hated how she spoke, like everything was a joke.

“Come on. Isn’t that why you want to leave? So you can run to him? You think he’ll treat you better? Like a queen? Like you’re the love of his life?” she mocked. “Trust me, you’ll regret it. Men like him want Alpha women, not an Omega like you. You’re just a tool.”

“Enough, Ylva!” I shouted, glaring at her. “Don’t talk about him. Say nothing else.”

I turned to my father.

“You really want me gone?” I asked quietly.

“Yes,” Lupe answered coldly. “I want you out of our lives.”

I wiped away my tears and nodded slowly. I felt empty.

“I’ve always wanted to live alone. I’m tired of this place,” I said. “Is that so wrong, Father? You’ve hated me since I was born because I’m not an Alpha. I’m an Omega, and I disgust you, don’t I?”

My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face.

“You never loved me. Neither of you did. Not you, not Mom. You’ve treated me like garbage my whole life and now you expect me to just go quietly?”

I paused and looked at them one last time. “Fine. I’ll leave. At least now, I won’t have to be around you or Ylva anymore.”

I gave up trying.

“You never took me anywhere." I couldn’t stop talking. "Never let me go out with you. You hid me like a secret because you were ashamed. Ashamed of me being your daughter, just because I’m an Omega.” Tears continued to fall, but I didn’t stop them anymore. “You always chose Ylva. You only ever acknowledged her. I was invisible to you. Even now, when I said I wanted to leave, you felt nothing.”

I had been fooling myself for years, trying to earn my father’s love, trying to be accepted. But it was useless. He never saw me.

“Now that you know,” he said, stepping forward. “Get out of my house. And don’t let me see your face again.”

He spat at me. The spit rolled down my face. I didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t the first time.

“Don’t call me your father ever again,” he growled. “You are no daughter of mine.”

“Really?”

“You heard me.”

“I heard you,” I whispered.

“Now move.”

“What?”

“Leave this mansion,” he said louder. “Didn’t you say you wanted to go? Go now.”

“Father...” My voice shook.

“Get out!” he roared. “Go to your useless boyfriend. Let him feed you and take care of you. He’s nothing. Not even 5% of who I am!”

He pushed me hard.

“Security!” he yelled. “Get her out of here! Take this trash and throw her out of my house!”

I couldn’t stop crying as they dragged me away. My shoes, my bag, my things, all pulled along with me. I wiped my nose with the corner of my sleeve, trembling. My father glared at me one last time.

“If I ever hear anyone say you’re my daughter, I’ll destroy them. And you’ll go down with them.”

He walked away.

Then, more guards came in and started dragging me out. Ylva stood by, laughing loudly.

“Careful!” she yelled at the guards. “Don’t let her seduce you with her Omega heat. Bye, sister!” She laughed again as they threw me out.

My body hit the ground outside the golden gate. The big door slammed shut behind me.

And just like that, I was gone.

Rogues, seen as the worst people ever. They were wolves who broke the rules of their clans and got thrown out like trash.

People got scared of rogues. They were wild, dangerous, and the fiercest wolves in history. No one wanted them angry. If you did, you’d regret it.

The punishment for being a rogue was serious. I couldn’t handle it. I felt so broken that I cried my heart out. My father kicked me out of our house without even thinking twice.

Is this how the world sees me? I wiped my tears and called my boyfriend, asking him to come pick me up near the mansion. Then I hung up.

I got up and walked away from the mansion. Stopped and looked back at the home I grew up in, and more tears rolled down my face. I took a few steps, not knowing where to go. Darien was my only choice. I sometimes wondered—if he was really my fated mate, shouldn’t I feel some kind of spark or connection? Still, I stayed and waited for him.

I was eighteen years old. A young woman with pretty features—blue eyes, black hair, red lips, and smooth skin like a baby.

People admired me and wished I were their daughter. But if they knew the truth about me, would they still treat me the same, or would they look down on me?