I stood up awkwardly, eyeing him warily and then sidled past him to get ready.His eyes gleamed “Hurry up, the pack wants breakfast” he said with a smirk.
We had omegas for that, I wanted to protest, but the words stuck in my mouth as usual. I couldn’t speak. What was the use of protesting or trying to argue with my hands? It would just result in more punishment and pain. Instead, I merely strode past him, feeling the sharp rap as he whacked me on the back of the head as I walked past, making my way towards the small bathroom to get ready.
“Move it, I’m hungry” he grumbled “otherwise I’ll come in and drag your sorry ass out of the shower” he threatened.
I was quick. I dressed, in the small cell and rushed upstairs, where the kitchen was. The other omegas in the kitchen smirked to themselves as I began to get food cooking. Luckily I was not expected to do everything and the other omegas started plating food up and taking it to the tables. My father was not a patient man when it came to his food. By the time I had finished cooking for what felt like the entire pack, my stomach was growling loudly. I was starving. It had been a long time since I had eaten my last meal. The other omegas took a plate and began to sit in the kitchen. I proceeded to do the same, only to be halted by the sound of my brother’s disgusted voice.
“What are you doing?”
I looked towards the doorway bemused. I motioned towards the plate, indicating that I was about to eat.
He scoffed “Have you seen your weight lately? You’re turning into a bit of a fat pig” he growled.
Lies. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on me. I was lean, undernourished if anything. I met his eyes, almost holding the food protectively in my grasp. I knew instinctively what he was about to do and my stomach revolted. He grabbed the plate from my hands and walked into the dining room. I reluctantly followed.
My father raised a brow as he saw me walk in. The dining room went silent as the pack watched with anticipation, wondering how the Alpha was about to deal with this unwelcome intrusion.
“Damien, what’s this?” my father asked evenly as he strode up to him, holding the plate.
“Riley’s food,” he said, putting the plate down “Considering she’s an unwanted, I feel she should have to ask permission before she eats, even if she has to sign it” he said with a nonchalant shrug “or at the very least she should eat differently to everyone else who is more important than she is.”
I flinched, meeting my father’s eyes. I already endured humiliation on a daily basis. Surely he wasn’t about to inflict more on me? I could see pack members smiling at each other with glee.
My hands began to shake slightly. I was so hungry, that my mouth was salivating from the smell of the bacon alone.
My father rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. My spirits began to sink. I knew that look. I couldn’t fathom how things could get any worse for me, but it appeared they were about to. I pleaded with my eyes, wanting him just once to grant me a break. But Damien was looking at my father with such a malicious grin and such an expectant look on his face, that I knew I was doomed.
“What do you suggest Damien?” my father asked, causing the dining room to hush.
My brother shot a triumphant look at me.
“Well she’s an unwanted, so she’s not even an omega which is the lowest ranking in the pack,” my brother said with a solemn expression as though seriously considering my father’s question.
“I agree,” my father said inclining his head, a calculating look in his eyes “even the lowliest of the omegas is worth more than what Riley is” he added.
That hurt. The fact that pack members were nodding and also silently agreeing also made it difficult to keep my composure. It didn’t seem worth all this fuss just to eat. I tightened my lips and tried to turn, only to be stopped as Damien grabbed my arm in a haste. “We haven’t finished talking to you yet Riley” he scolded me as I stiffened.
But I was through listening. Who cared about eating? I stared at him but he gripped me tighter and I bowed my head, knowing that to struggle against him was futile.
“It’s against the law to starve a pack member,” my father said shrewdly, “we can make you miss meals Riley, but we can’t allow a pack member to starve to death, unwanted or not” he added.
I tried to sign that I was not hungry while still staring down at the floor.
My brother snorted and let go of my hand, recognizing I didn’t dare move from my position. “Father I have the perfect solution. Please, give me a moment to get something I require from my room.”
My father inclined his head, a look of curiosity on his face. “By all means, please Damien.”
I waited, while Damien jogged out of the dining room, a look of satisfaction on his face. I didn’t like the smile that had appeared as he vanished or the expression that had been on his face. He was up to something. Something that was going to humiliate or degrade me in some way. I could feel my stomach churning. Now I just wanted to vomit and the thought of eating made me nauseas.
I didn’t see what Damien had in his hand as he came rushing back with a wide grin on his face. I did see my father’s eyes light up. I did see the twinkle in his eyes and the amusement on his face as he saw what it was that Damien carried into the room. Damien stood behind me and I saw my father give him a nod.
“It seems strangely fitting,” he said, “please do the honors, Damien.”
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