The Omegas Second Chance

Chapter 7

Shayna

***This chapter contains triggering topics such as assault, Domestic Violence, and trauma. Read at your own risk***

I tried so hard to stay quiet and obedient. My inner omega practically demanded me to roll over and show my belly, but I was so tired of this. I was so tired of being treated like scum. I knew my sister and I didn't get along, but to see her sleeping with my husband, the one who was supposed to cherish me and treat me right, was like a punch in the gut.

Eliza was the golden child. She was a beta and could never do anything wrong in my parents' eyes. She had never shown interest in Derek, but I was also blinded by doing what I could to make my parents proud. He wasn't always an ass. He courted me, he treated me right and with care, but the minute the ink dried on the certificate of marriage it was like a one hundred and eighty degree flip. I didn't understand. If he wanted my sister, why did he court me? Why does he stay married to me if I'm clearly not the one he wants or even likes? Because our parents had arranged it you fool.

My scalp burned with every tug of my hair and tears coated my lashes and dripped off to run in rivers down my cheeks, which only served to make Derek even more angry. I pulled against his hold on me, desperate to get away and just leave, but his hold was firm, unrelenting.

"You weren't supposed to be here. You weren't supposed to see any of this!" Derek growled out as he tossed me towards the middle of the room. My head hit the end of a table and I could instantly feel the blood start to run down my face. Stars floated in my vision and I lifted my fingers to touch the wound. They came back bright red and wet with blood. The iron scent hung in the air. Derek just stared blankly at me. He didn't care he had hurt me. I felt the concussion from the hit start to set in. My vision grew blurry and clear and switched back and forth between the two. My head throbbed and nausea grew stronger. Don't throw up, don't throw up.

"Just let me leave. You won't have to deal with me anymore!" I cried out.

"And have you take my son? No. You can leave, but he stays."

"Absolutely not!" I growled, showing a bit of courage. He seemed stunned by my outburst. I had never dared to talk back to him before, and I had no clue where this burst of strength and courage came from, but I hoped it stayed and didn't let me down any time soon.

"Why would I leave him to you? You're a narcissistic and abusive man. An alpha is supposed to cherish and love their omega. An Alpha is supposed to protect and all you do is harm, destroy and break everything you touch! I won't let you hurt him like you hurt me." I spit every word, trying to allow every ounce of hatred I felt for my husband to be heard, felt, interpreted with every sentence that left my mouth.

Eliza stared at us with a slackened jaw. She had never once seen me lose my temper. I was an omega. I was supposed to be peaceful, a pacifist, if you will.

I turned towards her and bared my teeth. "You always wanted to be the center of attention. If you wanted him so badly, why didn't you ask mother and father for the chance to marry him? I didn't have to go through with this arrangement. I never wanted to, to begin with. Why is it that everything I had, which was never much thanks to you, you had to have? Can't you live your own miserable life?"

I felt the burn of the slap before the sound echoed in the room. I blinked in shock and tasted the iron of my blood coating my tongue. It wasn't the first time Derek struck me, but it was the first time he hit my face. He was careful not to leave marks where they were easily seen.

When I looked at him, I bared my teeth. I was sure I was losing it. I felt my wolf stirring beneath the surface. She was just as furious at our treatment as I was and this was her final straw. I could feel her urging me to go on the offensive, something I had never done.

'Protect. Protect. Protect.' She practically chanted. Miles may be bigger and stronger than me, but he was still our pup and if an omega was ever going to be feral and protective, it would be over their offspring.

Derek backhanded me even harder this time and I fell backwards, slamming my head into the corner of the end table again. Stars exploded in my vision and all sounds started to muffle. The room was spinning, and my vision was going in and out. Derek was straddling me now with one hand squeezing my throat and the other gripping the nape of my neck so hard that I felt his claws breaking the skin. His face was so close to mine that his spit was flying out of his mouth with every word he yelled at me.

"I never wanted to marry you. I never once looked at you until I was forced to! If I wanted my inheritance, I needed to mate with an omega. There was no f*****g way around it. And while I wanted your sister, I was stuck with you. I was stuck with a weakling as a f*****g mate. I can only hope that bastard is an alpha. If he turns out to be just like you, then it was all for f*****g nothing! You're nothing but a worthless w***e! A means to an end! Your only role is to provide me with strong pups to continue my family line! I DON'T WANT YOU!" He shouted. He squeezed harder and harder with every word. I could feel the life leaving my body. The fight I was able to put up before was waning. He was going to kill me.

Derek reeled back like he was going to strike me again. His hand was closed in a clenched fist when a blur of motion collided with us. There were shouts and growls and the sound of fists smacking skin. I fell to the floor and blinked my eyes several times trying to clear the fog and pain. I could hear Eliza screaming, pained grunts, and shouts of anger and disbelief. Pain flooded my system. My head throbbed, my eyes were starting to swell, and my jaw ached. The cut on my forehead was still bleeding and I was sure I was going to need stitched. My advanced healing, which was slow to begin with for a werewolf wouldn't be quick enough to fix this in time. I coughed several times trying to gasp for the air I was starting to lose when Derek choked me. My hands went to my throat to ease the pain when Miles' face came into my field of vision.

"Mom! Mom!" His voice was panicked and his brows were furrowed. He had blood on his face and his knuckles were busted and bleeding. One was starting to swell. "Mom! Please"

I felt his hands shake me a little trying to get me coherent enough. I tried to sit up but cried out and winced in pain as I moved. His hands held me still, but I was worried.

I didn't want to take a chance of Derek hurting him!

"What happened?" I asked as Miles helped me sit up. That's when I saw it. Derek crumpled on the floor, his chest barely moving. His eyes were swollen just the same as mine and blood coated his face, neck and started to leak from his nose and mouth.

I looked between him and Miles. Miles protected me. Miles attacked his father, an alpha, when he himself had no wolf yet.

Eliza was still screaming and the sound was starting to rattle my ears and pierce the air. My head screamed in pain.

"Shut up you stupid b***h. You caused this!" Miles barked at her. I didn't have the strength or energy to reprimand him for his language.

"Miles, in the closet in the back behind the wooden boards are two suitcases. Grab them. Go to your room and back everything you can." I ordered. I had prepared our go bags a while ago and now it was time. We needed to leave while Derek was still unconscious. I would deal with the divorce later, but our safety came first. I had already interviewed for another position in my hometown and Grandma said she had secured me a house to rent since I refused to intrude on her privacy, especially with a teenage son. Now it was time.

I finished my recount of my last day at my old house and looked at Christina. She had tears in her eyes and her cheeks were flushed. She had been crying and it was clear my story was taking its toll on her.

"How did you endure all of that?" She asked, and I shrugged.

"I did it all for Miles. Everything I endured was for him."

She smiled and grabbed my hands across the table. "You are an amazing mother and I'm sure he is proud to call you his mom. Is that why you have so much concealer on even though your face is practically perfect? I mean, you are drop dead gorgeous and the only reason someone with your looks wears that much makeup is if they're trying to hide something."

I nodded. She squeezed my hands across tighter. “If you'll let me, I'd like to be your friend. Not just your coworker. Not just the sister of the man who used to bully you. I'd like to truly be your friend.”