Alpha soul, Bent but not Broken

'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG' I startle awake to the sound of someone banging on my door. A gruff voice yells, "Wake up runt, quit lazing about, and get up! You have work to do!" I let out an audible groan of frustration. I'm still so tired and my whole body aches. I wish I could just tell him to F off and let me sleep. Though I know the hell I'd have to pay for that kind of insolence. As to prove that point, the A hole on the other side of my door growls, "What was that?!" I sit up quickly and say," I said, "yes sir, I'll be right out." He snarls out before walking away, "You better be quick about it runt. It'll be your hide if you're late making breakfast for the pack. You know the punishment for disobedience." I listen to his retreating footsteps as I growl angrily under my breath," Yeah, the punishment for me, not anyone else in this cursed pack of D bags." I'm the only one unlucky enough to be getting beaten and whipped for the slightest indiscretion in this place. Just because I have no parents and am an Omega. Somehow, that means it's okay to treat me like a slave and beat me whenever they want. It's okay, one of these days I'll get my revenge for every bit of pain and humiliation I've suffered here throughout my life. F this place and every person in this messed-up pack. I climb out of bed, well if a pile of musty-smelling moldy hay, with a thread bare blanket, can be called a bed. I stretch out sore muscles and work some warmth into my aching body. I start up to the kitchens from my room in the basement in my ratty-stained white T-shirt and dirty ripped blue jeans. My bare feet cold on the floor as I pad quietly to the kitchen. I try to be as quick as I can getting food going and cooked for the pack's morning meal. I honestly don't want to deal with the bull I'll have to endure if the food is late to the tables. My stomach cramps painfully in hunger as I smell the food cooking. I know better than to try to steal anything to eat though. I made that mistake when I was a small child and couldn't sleep right for a week from the pain of the whipping I got. So now I just fill my stomach with water from the faucet in the sink to ease the pain. As I finish food and put it on serving plates and bowls. The other Omega's come through the door to the dining hall to bring food to the tables. I keep my eyes lowered, though I can still feel the glares and disdain they point my way. You'd think being fellow Omega's they might show me a smidgen of kindness. Nope, if anything, some of them are just as cruel as the higher level pack members and go out of their way to make my life even more miserable than it already is. This pack is rotten to it's core and one day I will wreak bloody vengeance upon them all. One of the worst of them walks into the kitchen with her two favorite cronies. I can't see her with my lowered eyes and the fact that I'm hoping she won't notice me if I don't look her way. I know it's her though, as I hear her laughing about something with her friends. I know it can't be anything pleasant with as evil as those three are. I grab the pot of still hot water that I scooped the boiled eggs out of to sit in cold water earlier before putting them in the large serving bowl. I start towards the sink to pour out the water when someone shoves hard into my side. Causing the hot water to slosh out of the pot onto my right hand and lower arm. My skin burns so badly, but I grit my teeth holding in my scream. I just manage not to drop the pot, not wanting any more hot water to splash on me. A grating voice that I know well and hate with the full depths of my soul sneers, "Watch where you're going runt, you almost got me wet. What a klutz, right girls?' Her demented friends just giggle and agree. I look up into the cruel dull brown eyes of Sandra as she smirks at me. Her up turned piggy nose even more obvious as she holds her head high, trying to show off how much better she is than me. I think she does it to look bigger than me even though she is a couple inches shorter than me. Her soul is as black as her frizzy black shoulder-length hair. I do my best to contain my burning rage, knowing if I do anything I'll just be punished. So I just lower my eyes, so she doesn't see her death in my eyes and apologize. "I'm sorry," she says mockingly and walks out carrying food while laughing with her friends. I quickly finish cleaning up and doing the dishes. Though I had to use cool water to wash the dishes, hot water hurt to badly on my burned skin. It still hurt, but I just imagined skinning Sandra alive, then leaving her tied up covered in honey by a fire ant hill to distract myself from the pain. Dark, I know, but she deserves it. After getting everything done, including cleaning the water Sandra made me spill, I made a quick exit. I'm not responsible for the after-meal clean-up, so I didn't want to still be here when Sandra got back with the other Omegas after breakfast. I grabbed my small breakfast of stale bread and a water bottle on my way out of the kitchen. On to my favorite job of the day, gathering herbs for the pack healer. I've got a good eye for plants, so a few years back I started bringing back herbs to the healer, and it became one of my jobs. It's the only small taste of freedom I get here. Plus, I've been using my time alone in the forest training whenever I can. To get stronger and faster for the day I get my wolf and escape from this hell hole. Then when I'm strong enough, I'll come back to make them all pay for what they have done to me. If I have a fated mate here, I know I don't have to worry about him wanting to keep me. We can just reject each other. Nothing will stop me from my revenge. I don't want love, my heart only has room for vengeance after all I've endured. I walk calmly into the forest, then when I'm out of sight I start to run. Most of the better healing herbs are deeper into the forest and this way I can work on my endurance. All I have to do is be careful of patrols and rogues that have snuck into our pack lands. Both are dangerous, the patrols because they might assume I'm trying to run away and rogues will try to attack me. Something about being without a pack supposedly makes them go feral. So I keep my eyes and ears open for danger. Though, since I don't have my wolf yet, my senses are dulled compared to those who already have theirs. My right hand and arm pulse with pain, my lack of wolf forcing me to heal almost as slowly as a human. So I will just have to push past the pain for the next week or so while it heals. I make it to the river close to the border of our pack lands. A lot of herbs that I need grow around here because of the flow of water. I might even find some yarrow for my burns to help them heal. I quickly eat my bread and drink my water before refilling my bottle from the river. I start searching for the herbs I need piling them up on a flat rock by the river. I get a good pile going before I hear a branch snaps in the woods around me. I go stock still and listen carefully. My heart pounds as I scan around me, hoping it was just a harmless forest animal. Like a bunny, yeah a bunny would be great right about. Then I spot the two cold glowing eyes in the shadows by a thick bunch of bushes and trees. Nope definitely not a fluffy bunny, my heart jumps into my throat. It's a rogue, a patrol wouldn't be trying to sneak up on me. I'm so screwed, it is in the direction I need to go to get back to the pack. I have nothing to fight with since I'm not allowed weapons. I crouch down making it look like I'm going to pick more herbs and grab a bigger rock from the ground. It's better than nothing but I still need to figure out how to escape. Before I can formulate a real plan of action the rogue charges towards me. It's in wolf form and huge, with patchy grey fur. Hunger and insanity shines in it's eyes as it runs at me. I know I'll never win in a fight with this large wolf. So I send a prayer to the moon goddess, though she has never answered my prayers before. Throw my rock as hard as I can and miraculously hit him in the lefty eye causing him to stumble and run towards the river and dive in. I am instantly dragged under the rushing water and my vision starts to go black from lack of air.