The Rejected Omega’s Destiny

*MORRIGHAN’S POV* “Why are you even here?” a scoff follows the rude remark and before I can piece together the real meaning of the words, I blurt out my answer. “Because I am the one who cooks breakfast, ev-” I start talking, but my words are abruptly brought to an end, and Miranda’s hand slaps harshly against my cheek. The pain was sharp and harsh enough to make me turn my head in the opposite direction from where her hand had come from. It all happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to process when it escalated to this. A few moments ago, she was sitting at the table. Next, she was right in front of me, across the goddamn kitchen, glaring at me with harsh narrowed eyes. “Do not treat me as if I were some stupid mutt!” she barks at me, and the hair on the back of my neck stands, as I try to regain my composure. To an untrained eye, there was no difference between me and her. We both stood at around 5’3, with long hair, and rather gentle-looking features. But that was where our similarities came to an end. While Miranda had hay-coloured hair, mine was dull white and almost inhuman. While her eyes were round and bright, mine had this unsettling almost opal kind of colour. Her lips, round and thick were nothing like mine which were always pressed in a thin line and bitten. An hourglass figure, a cheerleader’s body, while mine was almost wispy and a little too thin. And nothing about all this betrayed the truth. I was nothing compared to her. I shouldn’t even be allowed to compare the both of us. I was nothing but an omega. A runt. No one. While she… she was the chosen mate of the alpha’s son. “Miranda.” a little growl makes the girl stiffen, and I take the chance to add some distance between us before she can sink her hands in my hair and grab it with enough force to rip it off my scalp. “We haven’t even finished breakfast, and you’re already picking up fights…” Alarick stands up from his chair, and to my disdain, he makes his way to me and not to her. As my lips press together, the almost gut churning taste of blood fills my senses, and I realise that Miranda managed to split my lip with one single slap. I tap my finger on the spot where I started to become more aware of the stinging pain and flinch as I feel the warmth of the blood. Not because blood made me squeamish, but because I knew this always made Miranda come back for more a little later. “It’s not my fault!” The girl hisses much like a displeased cat, and I don’t have to look to know she is growing even more pissed as Alarick stops in front of me. I wished the earth would have split in half and swallowed me whole right now, or that some unseen force would make me disappear, but before all this has time to happen, Alarick takes hold of my face and forces me to look at him. His fingers sink into my cheeks as his hold grows tighter when I try to free myself, and he angles my head so our eyes meet. “I can’t enjoy my breakfast when she’s always around, stinking up the place with her traitorous omega stench.” Miranda continues, and despite the smile that Alarick puts on his face, there is an untamed storm in his eyes as he looks over my little injury. “Every wolf has their place in this pack.” Alarick comments, “And as their future Luna, you should be a little more thoughtful about that.” he hums, his eyes trailing to her as he lets go of me with a shove that makes me stumble backward, adding even more distance between me and his betrothed. My gut churns, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes as I turn around and grab a paper towel to dab on the bleeding wound, while Alarick and Miranda share a short tense moment. I have never seen the two ever get along the way mates were supposed to get along. Maybe because they were not made to be each other’s mates, their union was forged on politics and hopefully, eventually blessed by the Goddess. Miranda had already found her mate, right the day she had turned 18, four years ago. But she was forced into rejecting them, because she was to be mated to Alarick. On the other hand, Alarick has yet to find his mate. 25 already, the Goddess seemed to like keeping him on his toes. His mate was yet to show up. But his mate’s fate was sealed. She was to be rejected. Everyone knew. Our whole pack. Neighboring and Allying packs as well. If once girls dreamt of being blessed with the opportunity of being the alpha’s son mate, they now dreaded the idea of it. “Your reign starts soon. Maybe you’ll find that a few changes are due in this shithole.” Miranda spits out words filled with venom, as she turns her head to look at me. “Starting with this one.” She clicks her tongue, and before I dare to look her way, I hear her stomp away. Silence settles over the kitchen and despite it, everything is bathed in a strange tension. It was omnipresent by now. Ever since Miranda moved in, tension and frustration have taken root in the pack house. Not that everything had been a walk in the park until she came here… I try to busy myself with the pile of dishes or the amount of tasks left for tomorrow’s party and ignore the doom cloud that fills the kitchen. A sharp, almost icy feeling makes my heart skip a beat and nausea swell in my chest, and I don’t have to lift my head to know Alarick was staring at me. He was the most forgiving of them all, but never the kindest. “You know-” his voice comes out low, rough, threatening in a blood chilling way. I slightly tilt my head to the side so I can look at him with the corner of my eyes, not fully turning to him, but even like this, I don’t anticipate his next move. He closes the distance between us in a rush, and his fingers dip into my hair, tangling at the root, gripping it with enough force to rip it off, forcing me to turn and face him fully. A short yelp escapes me, and my eyes close tightly. Tears shimmer in the corners as he forces me on my toes. “Your life would have been so much different.” he continues, a low rattle reverberating in his chest as he speaks, anger radiating off of him. “If only you’d speak up when asked about Dan and Mara.” Dan and Mara. Two names I simply could not shake off. Stuck to my life like a permanent tattoo. Dad and mom. Two people who were supposed to shelter me. To love me unconditionally. The same two people who left me behind the moment they saw me as an inconvenience. Dan and Mara were two ruthless warriors who had allied themselves to the Silver Moon Crest pack before I was born. They claimed they had been exiled from the Bloodless Night pack because they had pleaded for peace between the two packs. They asked for shelter and eventually membership to the Silver Moon Crest pack, only to eventually betray and sell out all our secrets. I was five when they left me tied to my bed, into an empty and completely locked house. They had run out into the night, after alpha Remulus gave the order of their capture. That happened almost thirteen years ago. Thirteen years of paying for their mistakes. Thirteen years of being nothing but a rug for the pack. Hated. Despised, and abused… for my parent's mistakes. Tomorrow, I am to turn eighteen. And with that, maybe the Goddess would finally change my fate. maybe my mate would come along and rescue me… that, if I lived to see tomorrow. “Tsk!” Alarick clicked his tongue on the roof of my mouth as moments passed, and all I did was gawk at him with fear, silent as a grave, barely breathing. They were all nothing but ticking time bombs. You never knew when one of them would blow. “Useless as always-” he mutters to himself and lets go of me, disgust filling his eyes. As I steady myself, I rush to put distance between us, keeping my head low. With shaking hands, and a shaggy breath, I couldn’t bring myself to plea for my case once more. No one believed me. No one trusted me when I said I had no clue where my parents were. No one believed that I was truly nothing but a discarded omega, unwanted even by my own family. Somehow, they all looked at me and saw a possible danger. A possible rat. A bug in their system. And they all treated me as such. “Go on then.” Alarick huffs and gestures vaguely around him. My heart skips a beat, and I nod abruptly. “Yes, sir.” I whisper, my words chocked by my tears and the lump that had formed in my throat, scampering away to get back to the mountain of chores. But I am not allowed to. As I turn around, a rough hand grabs my wrist and stops me from making any further steps forward. Alarick tugs me backward with enough force to pull my shoulder out of its socket, my back hitting his hard chest, almost knocking my breath right out of my lungs. My teeth sink into the tip of my tongue as I hold back a yelp when the man presses a thumb against the wound on my lip, smearing the blood over my chin. “Go clean yourself before you stain the floors.” The mutters, his voice low and harsh, reverberating in his chest and making my skin turn to goosebumps. He releases my wrist and pulls away, making his way back to the table, where his food is still untouched. He sinks into his seat and wipes the blood off his thumb with a tissue, his eyes pinned on me. I couldn’t move. My legs did not listen to me… especially when our eyes meet and for what feels like a whole eternity, I lose myself to the forest green like colour of his eyes. A smile curls on his lips, tugging at one side of his smile lines, giving him a half unnerving look. there was nothing about Alarick not to force you into staring. Tall, with a swimmer’s body, he was almost picture perfect. A pale skin, slightly sunken in cheeks, a rough jaw, a short stubble he always kept like this, neatly combed black hair which was already peppered with silver strands and a pair of ever so slightly pointy ears that gave away his bastard origins. “Morrighan-” he starts speaking again after a few moments. “Go clean yourself slower.” As if I were too stupid to understand what he was saying. “Y-yes sir.” I stutter turn on my heels and rush out of the kitchen, towards my little room, only to find someone guarding the door.