Rejecting The Alpha Queen

Humiliation

Amelia’s POV

I was up at the ass crack of dawn.....again. Dragging my tired butt out of bed, I got my leggings and tee-shirt on to go clean the pack house.

It was still dark out and chilly as it was 4am and still winter.

I tried to hurry as best I could, but my feet just weren’t cooperating. They felt like lead weights that kept getting stuck on the ground, causing me to nearly trip over.

Reality I was just that tired. I couldn’t even walk.

I didn't have a wolf yet to aid my strength and feed my body with her power. not like everyone else here in the pack. I was the only teenager without a wolf now. They always made fun of me for that.

As I got into the packhouse, I shivered from the heat that suddenly hit my skin.

I should try to find a coat at some point. Walking around in a tee-shirt in winter wasn't a smart idea.

I grabbed my piny from the cleaning closest and tied it around my waist. It covered up the holes and bleach stains on my leggings and top nicely. These were my best pair too. The girls in the pack always seemed to have a problem if my foster father bought me any new clothes.

Hence why I don't have a coat.

They’d tear them up and hide them. Or just burn them in the fire pit.

We’d soon have to learn to buy second-hand clothes for me. Or find some in a charity shop bin in town. My coat was from there, Mark had gone and gotten me one from the charity shop bin out back, yeah it was covered in holes and the zip didn't work but it had kept me warm a little bit.

The Omega girls had found it, and that was the end of that. Bye-bye coat.

I went into the kitchen and started scrubbing the grease and grime off to the ovens and moping the floor.

I wanted to be long gone from this area by the time the cooking team of those Omega girls came in here, and I was hoping if it was clean, they might not complain about me today.

Pfft Yeah, who was I kidding?

Of course they’ll complain. They live to torment me. They are low in pack hierarchy, being Omegas. Mark tells me it makes them feel better by tormenting me.

I was in my own world as I entered the dining room. I didn’t notice her there until it was too late.

She obviously didn’t see me either. The tears rolling down her face was a clear indication I’d caught her off guard.

“Luna, I’m so sorry. Please excuse me!” I stuttered, and I tried to walk backward to get away from her. Holding my hands up in defence and praying, she took pity on me due to her obviously upset state.

She swiped the last tear away, and the snarl came up instantly on her face.

Oh goddess I’m in trouble now. Why would she show me any kindness? even if she was hurting herself.

No doubt, the Alpha Connor had been with some other she-wolf again.

In a move that was all wolf, she grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall.

“Amelia, the filthy rat!”

Letting go of my throat, she grabbed my ponytail that was high up on my head and yanked me to her.

“Keep your mouth shut, or I’ll stuff you into the box again!”

She released me by pushing me back with a force that shoots my body and made me bite my tongue.

My hands shaking, I tried to pull my hair up out of the way. As it’s down to my bum that’s easier said than done.

She left with a final scowl at me.

I didn’t have the luxury of wolf healing yet, so I dashed to the kitchen to grab a towel, so I didn’t bleed all over the carpet.

I carried on through the dining room and then out to the back garden, taking big gulps of the crisp air, I steadied my heart rate and got back to my chores.

Wolves were starting to wake up now, and they were mingling about talking to each other. I'd have to do the worst part of my day soon, the Alphas sons room.

I could not wait for my birthday. Seven more days, and I will finally have my wolf.

Usually, by 18, most have gained their wolves. You can end up shifting for many different reasons, like stress and a traumatic event. Or plane old hormones. The kids and I were the only ones left to shift. It is embarrassing.

You’d think with everything I’ve been through over the last few years in this pack that my wolf would have come forward to protect me? But no.

She must be just what they all think she is a lowly Omega with no dominance and no fight.

If we do shift before our eighteenth birthdays, then we still have our mates to look forward to at eighteen. You could meet your mate a thousand times before your eighteen and you wouldn’t know they were your mate. But as soon as the clock hits twelve on your birthday, you can suddenly smell them. Their scent is meant to be the most intoxicating smell to you. That’s how Mark’s described it to me anyway.

I really hope I haven’t met my mate yet.

What if he's met me a hundred times and thinks the same as everyone else? he's never told me we are mates because he's going to reject me?

Any excitement about my birthday was being over shadowed by this horrible feeling that I'd met my mate, and he hated me.

All I wanted was for someone who was kind, that's all. Not a bully; I don't think my heart would be able to take the rejection that's surely coming my way.

I had one week till my 18th birthday, that’s all I had to survive is seven more days!

Why does it feel like a lifetime away?

I kept my head down and half scurried half ran through the pack house to the bedrooms on the first floor.

Two Omegas smirked at me as they came down from the bedrooms.

I whipped my head in the Alphas and lunas room first to make sure it was empty. It was. I quickly grabbed my cleaning supplies from the closet up here and got in the room, shutting the door slowly so no one would hear.

I didn't want to alert them, I was up here already.

As I had finally finished washing windows, changing beds, and hoovering, in this room, it was time to face Eric's and whatever fresh hell he had in store for me today.

I knocked on the door once and waited. It was a game he liked to play, where I'd think he wasn't in, and I'd walk into him banging some she-wolf from behind.

Thankfully, no sign of him!

I went in and carried on my daily chores, the only difference being that in here, I'm truly scared. Eric is a nasty piece of work. He's thrown me in the cupboard for punishment so many times. He likes to then forget I'm down there for a good week or until the house gets too messy, and the Luna makes him get me out.

I dread the day he becomes Alpha.

I was having to change Eric's sheets, just like every other day of this year so far.

He’d had by the looks of it a 3 way with the two Omega girls I saw leaving here earlier. No wonder they were smirking at me, made sense now.

Dragging the stained sheets off the bed and trying not to look closely at the stains, I dump them into the wash shoot.

Grabbing the new set, I start to shake them out and get the covers lined up when the man himself waltzes in.

“Have you not finished yet?” He sneers at me.

I don’t look at him, I just shake my head and work quicker.

It’ll only make it worse if I acknowledge him, keeping my head down and getting on with the job was how I avoided Eric’s fists.

He had lost his temper with his last two maids. All their fault, though!

I got through the shifts by calling him the most inventive names I could think of. Usually, it involves how small his dick is! Only in my head, of course.

I raced around the room, making sure every little thing was perfect and speedily made my way to his bedroom door.

As soon as I reach the handle, his arm shoots out and stops me. Oh great, it’s going to be one of those days!

His mum has already bruised my throat, and now he's going to leave a fresh bruise or, even worse, a scar. I felt sorry for my mate when I do find him. My body is littered with scars from their abuse. I'm not a pretty site, that's for sure.

He leans in his face inches from mine.

His muscles bunch and his dark hair falling over his dark brown eyes. He would be attractive if you liked his attitude.

“Amelia, tell me again why you're not on your knees sucking me off?” he tries to sound sexual but just comes off as a pervert. Eric has tried to rape me on several occasions, he's not found his mate even though he's twenty. I already feel sorry for the she-wolf who gets stuck with him.

My mouth was definitely going to get me in trouble, but not the way he’s hoping.

I briefly glanced at him, and I know I'd made a huge mistake. I'm not meant to be able to stand to look in the higher-up's eyes. It's another reason they hate on me. Something about me makes me not be submissive to them. I'm cursing myself for doing it again! Eyes on the floor girl, come on it's not that hard.

They all think it's because I don't have a wolf to tell me to be submissive. But I can feel that's not it. Even the toddlers lower their eyes to the Alpha and Eric.

He puffs his chest out and towers over me, “Lower your eyes, filthy, Omega!”

I keep my eyes to the floor and pray he lets me go without too much pain today.

He grabs my hair and pins me against the door, leaving my neck exposed, "you met mother dearest, I assume."

All I can do is a small nod as my hair would be ripped out from his grip if I moved anymore.

“Keep your mouth shut and your eyes down your a little bitch! A piece of shit that's worthless to everyone. "

He grabbed my throat just as his mother had done. The gleem in his eyes that he was enjoying this was sick. The hardness of his erection pressing on my leg made my stomach churn. I tried to catch a breath, but he was too strong. My lungs burnt, and my head felt fuzzy. I was about to pass out when he finally let me go.

"Don't ever look at me again."

He pushes himself out the way, and I rush out the door.

Finally, I love to clean another day! Oh, joy. Sometimes, I wish they would just finish me. But the hope that in 6 days my life will change keeps me going.

Now to do something I actually liked doing.

Training to kill things!