My life just taking turns between being exhausting and terrifying.
Since the day our pack was attacked and the Alpha Twins took over the place, my life wasn't the same anymore. Since that day I had lived in the fear of getting killed one day or the day.
The Alphas were scary and their actions proved it, so it was obvious for me to be scared of them. They were vicious and unapologetic, giving me more reasons to stay miles away from them.
But since the day I was born, being an Omega was the worst thing that happened to me. I hated the tag and the community that I belonged to as we were never respected.
Along with being the breeding tools for the Alphas, we Omegas were also meant to be the servants for them as well as the Betas. So we had to clean up the pack house and curate such dishes for them that our taste buds had never even touched.
