Bequeathed to my Cold Alpha

Jane's POV "Wake up Jane. The Alpha needs your attention now," Annette, the Omega girl I shared a room with said as I came awake. The word Alpha was all I needed to sit up straight in my worn-out bed. I was out of bed in a flash. I instantly snapped out of sleep. I didn't have to be told twice. The mere mention of him was terror to my fragile heart. "Where is he?" I asked Annette in a shaky voice. "He is in his study upstairs," Annette replied looking at me sympathetically. Yeah. That was the look I had from most of the Omegas at the Alpha's house. I was someone to be pitied. “I hope it hasn't been long since he demanded to see me?” I asked as I righted my worn clothes. They might be worn but I tried my best to look decent most of the time. “It's been a while really. You took some time before coming fully awake,” Annette said sympathetically. “Thanks Annette,” I said to her as my heart kept slamming against my chest in worry. I ran upstairs on my shaky legs wondering what level of trouble I was in. I knocked at the study door. From the way I knocked, one could easily see that I was nervous and scared. I swallowed nervously several times as I stood at the door waiting to be asked to come in because I dare not go in without permission. "Come in," the Alpha's deep voice said from inside so I quickly opened the door and entered. Delaying one more second could be dangerous. The Alpha’s mood was totally unpredictable especially when it comes to me. I didn't bother greeting him because I knew he was aware that I was there. Besides, I was confused about whether to greet him or not. My greeting might anger him depending on his mood so I waited till he would decide that I was worth his attention. He didn't bother to lift his head. I knew he was intentionally ignoring me. Maybe he was waiting for me to call his attention so that he could bite my head off. He was like a tormentor of my young heart. When he finally lifted his head, his gaze settled on me for several seconds but he said nothing. His gaze was so intense that I cringed. Without mincing words, the Alpha was handsome. He stood over six feet with a chest as broad as that of a bodybuilder. His abs were excellent judging by what I have seen most times when he trains and goes shirtless. His eyes were beautiful but the depth of hatred in them for me each time I had the misfortune of looking into them made me want to hole up somewhere to cry and rue my fate. I averted my gaze from his. Not because he would complain that I was staring back at him, but because he was making me uncomfortable with those dark eyes of his. "How many minutes ago did I send Annette to get you?" He asked calmly and my heart picked up a beat faster. I knew he was angry and probably trying to control himself. I wanted to go on my knees and plead because I knew that speaking calmly that way might lead to punishments I couldn't imagine. "I am sorry Alpha. I slept off after the rigorous…" I couldn't continue explaining because the Alpha cut me off instantly. "Shut up. You are sleeping in the middle of the day? How convenient?" The Alpha shouted with his voice booming like thunder. I shivered in fear. The Alpha stood up and I couldn't help but whimper. I hated when he stood up to talk to me. He towered over my five feet figure and it always made me feel smaller. It never failed to make me realize how feeble I was. It always affected my self esteem. The Alpha took hold of my shoulder allowing his fingers to dig into my skin. It was painful but I endured it. I couldn't let him see how much pain he was inflicting on me. I was weaker than him but I wasn't ready to show that weakness. At least, not at all times. "You are nothing but a piece of rubbish I took just to honor the dying wish of my only true love. If you dare disrespect me like this again, I will kill you and I mean it," the Alpha threatened. I didn't doubt that he could kill me. He had called for me one day and I had not gotten there right on time and he had gotten hold of my neck and held it so hard that I nearly died from lack of breath. It had taken the intervention of his Beta to get me out of his hold before he could choke me to death. "I am sorry Alpha," I said breathing hard. I knew that he could see the fear on my face but I held my ground without even whimpering loud enough for him to see that I was in pain. He let go of my shoulder then turned to return to his seat. "You should go to hell with your sorry. You demanded to see me. Now you have. What do you want?" He asked going back to his seat behind the table. He sat down then continued glaring at me like a king looking down on a peasant. "I wanted to inform you that Hilda needs some clothes and basic things. Her clothes are worn out," I said getting on my knees. "Who is Hilda again?" He asked. "Your daughter," I said without looking at his face. "You still call that murderer my love's name right? Next time you come into my presence and call that thing by that name again, I will throw both of you out of this pack. Is that clear? The only Hilda I know is dead and gone." His voice sounded like it would tear my soul into pieces. "Yes, Alpha. I am sorry," I said trembling. I couldn't hide my fear anymore. My nervousness had made me say what I shouldn't. It was a slip for me to call the poor child Hilda in the presence of the Alpha. I simply referred to her as 'baby.' He was breathing hard with his chest rising heavily and I could hear him grinding his teeth in anger. He closed his eyes after that and took several breaths. He opened his eyes again then spoke to me. "I will look into the matter and tell Shane to get back to you. Now get out of my office," the Alpha said and I quickly scampered to my feet and ran out of his office. I felt my throat tighten as I hurried away. My encounters with him had always been like that. Even sometimes when we met in the hall way, he still glared at me. I didn't have to do much to provoke him. The fact that I was breathing was enough to annoy him. My offense? I didn't know.