Let's be for real…
Father wouldn't care if some bastards bullied me. At least, not anymore. After all, just right under his roof and nose, he had encouraged my own sister to do the same and even punished me unjustly for it.
No amount of bullying and humiliation I was subjected to outside could beat that which had sprouted from where it was supposed to be 'home' for me—or people who were supposed to be family.
My shoulders slumped. It felt like I had a deep wound right there in my heart.
Before I knew it, Toño darted forward and snatched my bag.
WHAT?!
The guts of these boys!
"¡Oye! Give that back!" I shouted, lunging for him, but Rafa and Emilio grabbed my arms, holding me back.
Toño rummaged through my bag with gleeful abandon, pulling out my purse.
"Jackpot!" he crowed, waving it in the air.
No, no, no. not that. Father's money was in it. These bastards would take it!
"Don't you dare!" I screamed, thrashing against the boys' grip. "That money isn't mine! It's for the butcher!"
Luis Miguel snatched the purse from Toño and tossed it to the vendor with a careless flick of his wrist. "There you go, viejo. That should cover it."
The vendor, delighted, opened the purse and began pulling out bills—more than he was owed.
Fuck. fuck. Fuck.
Not only was he paid Dad's money when it was clear that Luis Miguel and his gang instigated this, but the vendor was being greedy and taking more than he was owed.
"¡Oiga! That's too much!" I protested, but the vendor only shrugged and stuffed the bills into his pocket. "Consider it compensation for my stress," he said, shooing us all away. "Now get out of my stall. I've got real customers to deal with."
The boys laughed as they dragged me away, my protests falling on deaf ears. No one in the crowd stepped forward to help me; they simply watched, some even smirking at my misfortune.
Fucking shitfaces!
B-but where were these bastards taking me to? No matter what they did to me, no one would come to my rescue. I was literally helpless unless I decided to help myself.
Moreover, time wasn't on my side. When I was still the golden daughter, my father never took well to lateness. Now, imagine how he'd deal with me as an omega.
Not to mention the distance I still needed to cover on foot. Oh, by the Moon, what sort of life was this?
Would I even survive at this point? How long until someone decided to kill the Omega—the abomination and outcast was better than allowing her to walk around freely in the pack?
I shut my eyes, the tears stinging my eyes.
"Let me go!" I yelled, sobbing as they continued to drag me away.
I dug my heels into the ground, but the boys were stronger. They hauled me into a narrow alley behind the market, laughing incessantly at my sorrows.
Luis Miguel stopped abruptly and turned to his lackeys. "Hold her," he ordered.
Rafa and Emilio pinned my arms against the wall, while Toño stood nearby, watching with both delight and—nervousness I'd say.
Luis Miguel stepped closer to me, his smirk gone now.
"You know," he began, smacking his lips like it was a fully seasoned chicken in front of him and not a human. "I've waited a long time for this. You've always acted like a princess, hiding behind your father's money and power. But now? You're just like the rest of us. Even worse."
What the hell did he mean he'd waited a long time for this? For what exactly?
I glared at him, my chest heaving with fury. "You're disgusting," I spat.
Luis Miguel chuckled darkly. "Maybe. But you don't get a say anymore, princesa. Not here. Not now."
He extended his hand again, brushing my hair away from my face. "You should start getting used to the idea," he murmured, sticking out his tongue and swiping it around my chin. "because I always get what I want."
My stomach churned, and I swear, I could throw up right now. The way his tongue continued to lick my face like a madman while his friend stood by watching was beyond nauseating.
I wanted to deliver a punch that'd take all the energy from me on his face but my hands had been trapped.
I could only fight back with my mouth now.
"I'm going to make sure my father hears about this," I said through gritted teeth. "And when he does, do you want to know what he does to bad boys like you? He chops off their blood, drains their blood in a bucket, and uses it as bait for vampires!"
Oh, what an empty threat. But was it good enough? Could it instill fear in them? Doubt? Make them pee their pants?
Guess not.
Luis Miguel laughed, his head tilting back as though I'd told the funniest joke in the world. "Oh, princesa, you really think your daddy cares enough to come to save you? Don't you get it? You're bad goods now. Soon enough, people are going to be talking about it; how having an Omega amongst us might make the other packs think our pack is weak or cursed. And guess what they'd do to you?"
He grunted, neck bent so that our noses were colliding. "They'll either use you as vampire bait or cast you out forever. And guess who is going to be here, balls intact, and fucking all the virgin girls in the pack? ME!"
The ferocity of his words caused his saliva to fly around, landing on my face like drizzles of rain. I winced and shifted, turning my face aside.
Maybe that was a bad idea.
Luis Miguel yanked my cheek up, forcing my face to him. "What's that, pretty flower? You can't stand my presence?"
"Let me–" I was about to protest again when he smashed his lips on mine.