It was lunch time, and the school cafeteria was filled with the usual noise of laughter, and the clattering of trays. 

I sat in my usual corner, keeping my head down and hoping I would go unnoticed. I always did. Being invisible was safer.

I picked at the cold leftover sandwich on my plate. It was dry but I forced myself to take a bite. After going without food for the past few days, I couldn't afford to be picky. 

The hunger was unbearable. Omegas like me didn't have the luxury of fresh food.

I chewed slowly while trying not to make eye contact with anyone. My goal was to survive lunch without any incidents. 

But, of course, that was wishful thinking. I was about to take another bite but then I heard voices approaching.

I didn't need to look up to know when they were coming.

The sound of designer heels echoed through the cafeteria.

Mackenzie led the pack as usual, her two minions trailing behind her like puppets. 

She always walked like she owned the place, and to be fair, she kind of did. Not only was she the Beta's daughter, but she also had the looks, the confidence and the cruel attitude. 

Mackenzie had long, perfect blonde hair, flawless skin and piercing blue eyes that caught everyone's attention. She was everything I wasn't.

I'd never forget the day my mother died. I was only eight years old, watching in horror as the pack executed her for cheating on Beta Thompson, Mackenzie's father, with an Omega, my biological father.

The pack's laws were clear, any Omega who dared to taint the bloodline of higher-ranking pack members would face severe punishment. 

When Beta Thompson and Alpha Darius discovered her infidelity, my mother's fate was sealed. Her punishment was death.

But I, the innocent child born from that forbidden union, was spared. The pack's decision was motivated by pity rather than compassion. 

Mackenzie, Beta Thompson's legitimate daughter, grew up resenting me. She saw me as a living reminder of our mother's betrayal and her family's shame.

My heart sank as their footsteps grew closer, bringing me back to the present moment. 

I could tell that Mackenzie was still mad about the quiz competition in class last week. I hadn't meant to embarrass her, but when the teacher announced that I won, Mackenzie's face had flushed red with humiliation.

The fact that someone like me, an omega,had outperformed her was unforgivable in her eyes.

It was the first time I had answered a question in class and it felt good at that moment.

I sighed deeply, wishing I had just kept quiet like I usually did whenever I was asked a question.

"Look who we found. If it isn't Emma, the ugly pig." Mackenzie's voice dripped with sarcasm as she stopped in front of my table.

I lowered my gaze, staring intently at my tray, hoping if I ignored her, she'd get bored and leave. But that never happened. Mackenzie wasn't one to let things go, especially not when I was involved.

"Answer me, Emma," she demanded, leaning over my table, her voice growing more aggressive. "Do you think you're smarter than me just because you won that quiz?"

I shook my head, my throat tight with fear. "N-no… I d-don't…"

Before I could finish, Mackenzie reached for my plate and flung it to the floor. The sandwich splattered on the ground, bits of it sticking to her expensive white shoes.

"Oops," she said mockingly. "Looks like you made a mess, Emma. Clean it up for me" She extended her foot, stained with crumbs and bits of soggy lettuce, right in front of me. "Since that's all you're good for, anyway. A pitiful little omega that stutters should always know her place."

I could feel the heat rising to my face. I never liked when people used my disability to make fun of me. But what could I do? I had already gotten used to it.

My hands trembled as I reached for the napkins on the table. Maybe if I cleaned it quickly, she'd go away.

I bent down, wiping at her shoes with shaky hands. The cafeteria had gone quieter, and I could feel the eyes of everyone around us watching, waiting to see what would happen next. They always loved a show, especially when it involved me being humiliated.

Mackenzie smirked, her arms crossed as she watched me on my knees. "You're so pathetic, Emma," she sneered. "I don't know why they even let you stay in this school. Oh wait, I do. It's because you're my blood bank. The moon goddess really cursed me with your presence!" She leaned down, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But don't forget, you owe me. Without me, you won't be in this school! You should thank me Every. Single. Day."

I sniffed back my tears. She was partially right. The only reason I was still allowed here was because of Mackenzie's condition. 

Whenever she had one of her panic attacks, I was the only one who could give her the blood she needed to stabilize. She hated me, but she needed me.

I probably would've been thrown out of the pack if I wasn't a tool to keep the Beta's daughter alive.

The humiliation stung, but I bit my lip, refusing to let the tears fall. Crying would only make it worse.

"Isn't she ugly?" one of Mackenzie's friends giggled. "Look at her face, all those pimples. It's disgusting."

I bowed my head lower, trying to hide my acne-ridden face. It wasn't just that I was an omega, I was also cursed with the kind of skin that made me a walking target. 

My cheeks burned as Mackenzie's friends laughed, their voices echoing in the cafeteria.

I tried to stand up, tried to walk away, but Mackenzie grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet." Her grip was tight, nails digging into my skin. "No one wants to be around someone like you, Emma. Look at yourself. Who else would want to hang out with a zit-faced omega? No one! Now clean up the mess you made on the floor else I will report you to my father."

The laughter around me grew louder, and I wished more than anything that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I hated this. I hated that no matter how hard I tried to avoid them, I always ended up in the same situation. I was always on the floor, humiliated, and powerless.

Suddenly, the cafeteria doors opened, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him. 

It was none other than Logan, the son of Alpha Darius. He was everything Mackenzie's world revolved around. Tall, strong, with those deep brown eyes that seemed to see everything. He had been my secret crush since the first day of school, though I knew he'd never notice me. Not in that way.

For a brief second, hope flickered in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, Logan would see what was happening and help me. Maybe he'd stand up to Mackenzie and her friends.

But my hope was short-lived.

Logan's eyes scanned the room and landed on us, a slow smile spreading across his face. But instead of walking to help me, he strode confidently over to Mackenzie and wrapped his arm around her waist. 

I bit my lower lip harder, what was I thinking?

"Hey, Kenzie" he grinned, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "What's going on here?"

Mackenzie laughed, glancing down at me like I was nothing more than dirt beneath her shoes. "Just teaching the Omega her place," she said sweetly, leaning into Logan's embrace.

I stood frozen. I had thought for a second that maybe Logan would spare me a glance at the mention of my name. But all he saw was Mackenzie. All anyone ever saw was Mackenzie.

Unable to bear the pain I felt, I quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor and with my now dirty hands, i proceeded to leave.

Slap!