An omegas fight

CHAPTER ONE

In a confined room, filled with different creaking sound, the sounds made from mainly rats, which roamed around the room, a small window which served as a ventilation in the room, the room was empty, no decoration to beautify the room, old paint which was already pilling off, from the walls, which have created a home for bugs and ant, the only reasonable items was an old chair and table, and a wardrobe, which served the user of the abandoned room as its best valued possession.

It was the very early hours of the morning, a young girl laid on the bed, her thick black hair which covers the bed, as she laid tired, from the previous days works, she had not been asleep for more than four hours, when a bowl of water was poured on her tired body. She woke up, with a great force, as if the water poured in her had woken her up from her a terrifying dream, sleeping back again on the bed, another basin of ice cold water came crashing on her body, causing her to jerk up, her eyes widening with fear, she had over slept, more than her usual time. Falling on her kne in an instant, a sob breaking forth from her lips,

"You ungrateful bitch of a child, what are you still doing on the bed by these time of the early hours of the morning, who the hell do you think will get the grains sieved and grounded huh, you wolf less girl, my shame and disgrace now will you stand up and go get the day ready for the pack's breakfast"

The woman's voice thundered throughout the whole room, the woman's voice sending the young girl out of the room in an instant, her body sluggishly walking towards the pack's kitchen, it was still the very early hours of the morning, everywhere seemed so dark, not the right time for a normal werewolf to rise up from sleep.

Bella was an omega, she knew she had not right to voice out her thoughts, unless she do be thrown to the city's mine, which might happen soon enough, because no one would accept an omega of the pack as a mate. So soon enough she would be thrown to the pack mine. But sometimes she wished, and hoped, not to be mated, ta vicious mate, who won't be vicious and a good for nothing.

As she strode towards the kitchen, the lights were switched off, giving it a dark view, making her quite scared of walking further into the dark, the lamp stand was still quite far from her reach.

"What is the time. Is probably four in the morning"

She whispered to herself, considering the pack has always been up after six o'clock in the morning.

She was about to enter the kitchen when she felt a hand dragged her out from the corner, she made a light scream, struggling to break forth from who so ever that was dragging her toanother room.