Little Miss Omega

A loud knock on the door sent me flying up from my sleeping position, "For f***s sake Onyx, get up you are late again!" Anne one of the older omegas banged angrily at my door, waking me up from my deep and wonderful sleep. I cursed at myself and put my clothes on in lightning speed, this was the third time in only two weeks that I was late. When I opened the door and hurried to the kitchen Anne was already preparing breakfast, she gave me unhappy looks as I started to help her with pouring up some coffee in cups. I felt bad and muttered a small "sorry" while keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.I tried to braid my messy curly hair in a desperate attempt to not look like I just woke up. Anne shook her head and frowned before going out of the kitchen to start serving breakfast. Anne was actually a pretty nice woman, she was not mean to me at least. She always reminded me to keep my mouth shut and do as I was told. Something that I had a hard time coping with. When the hot food was ready to be served I sorted ut out on the plates. Then carefully carried the plates to the dining room, my mouth wathered as the smell of the bacon lingered in my nose. I was always the last one to eat, as was the rules of the pack. The omegas get to eat last. Often it was only scraps left, the higher rank did not care about them lower ranking. At least in this pack. The Alpha and his family was already seated and at the end of the table Marc the beta looked at me with his eyebrows knitted in a angry look. The Beta continuously harassed me, I was his favorite toy to play around with. I carefully served the plates and when I turned to serve the last plate, the oldest son of Jack the Alpha put out his foot in front of me. With a large thud I tumbled to the ground. Plates shattering and the little pup looking at me with a grin. The kids loved to harass me cause they always got away with it. I let out at little sigh, rubbing my shoulder as it had taken the most of the fall. And then started to pick up all the shattered glass. "Stupid b*tch!" Marc exploded from his seat and with three fast steps he grabbed me by my braid. I whined as he hoisted me from the ground, I tried to stand on my toes. But he was so much longer than me that in the end I wad hanging by my hair. His eyes started going black as he stared me right in my eyes. "I'm sorry, please." I gave him a pleading look, even when I knew it was hopeless. Jack gave me a irritaded look and with a large sigh waved for Anne to clean up. Anne looked at me with worried face, but quickly started to clean up the mess. "Please Marc, take this elsewhere. I'm trying to eat." The Alpha didn't look up from his phone as Marc pushed me out of the room with his big fist sternly holding my braid. Just as the door closed a hard punch to the ribs made me loose my footing. I fell to the ground with a yelp leaving my clenched teeth. Marc pulled me up again and pushed me with harshly against the wall, holding me up. "What have I told you about being clumsy?! f*****g wh*re." He smacked me hard right across the face with the back of his hand, his rings leaving marks on my skin. I could feel the blood taste in my mouth and in a sudden rage I spat blood right in his face. The chock in his eyes switched to rage and he took a tight grip around my throat, choking me. His eyes where pitch black as he lifted me from the ground. Panic started to kick in and I tried desperately to loose the grip of his hand. Trying to talk but all that came out was gurguling sounds, black dots blurred my vision as I was about to pass out. A hard punch over my right eyebrow and everything went black. A few hours later Ibwas sitting on the kitchen counter while Anne patches my bruised face up. A black eye was already starting to form, and my body was sore from the beating. Anne shaked her head to me and muttered something about my bad temper. I didn't answer, I just sat there and wondered what I had done to deserve this sh*tty life. I were all alone, and no one cared about me. Except for Anne. I know I had a explosive temper, but I just couldn't take it anymore. What made him have the right to treat me like that? Why did people hate me? Several hours later after cleaning the dishes I tiptoed to my room, trying not to wake anyone. I brushed my teeth and with clenched teeth trying to take off my clothes as my ribs were so sore. Carefully I laid in my bed with a grunt. My body was sore after all the beating, hopefully tomorrow will be better. Soon my eyes became heavy and I blacked out. Dreaming of another life, a life where I was happy and loved. I woke up to the doorhandle opening with a squek, like a lightning bolt I sat up. Looking quick at the clock, it was the middle of the night. I tried to see who it was, but it was pitch black in my room. Someone entered the room, quietly walking towards my bed. Like a predator searching for his pray. And I knew exactly who it was. It was Marc, he had come to finish what he started. "I was not done punishing you."