Winning Over the Alpha

INARA'S POV.

  " You useless piece of trash, do you think you are fit to be treated like a pure wolf?" Freya yelled at me, before pushing me roughly to the floor.

  I sat there, trembling, doing nothing and not even daring to look up at her.

" Are you deaf?" She growled, and suddenly landed me a slap on my right cheek, causing me to bleed.

 I tried to hold back my tears with a pounding heart and sweaty palms looked up to face her. Her expression was filled with fury, as she glared daggers at me.

" I am so sorry" I stuttered while unconsciously turning to face the floor again. Her eyes were too scary so I couldn't maintain eye contact.

" Keep your filthy apology to your trash self" She yelled, before kicking me harshly on my ribs.

" Arrgh" I groaned in pain, letting out a loud yell in the process before collapsing on the ground and suddenly feeling my vision blurry.

   All Freya did was to let out a giggle, at my misery.

" And what did I expect from a weakling? guess I used too much strength just now" She mocked, before spitting on my face and turning to depart proudly.

  I lay there on the ground, with my other pack members, passing beside me and not even bothering to spare me a glance, nor offer me any help to get up.

  They all mocked me instead, cursing me for being the only stain in their pack.

   Life for me has not been easy at all, especially with my low status as an omega. A weakling, and an unshifting wolf. Everyone in this pack is either from a high rank family, or middle rank.

  We were one of the best packs in the world and would have been the best, if not for me, for rumours carry it around, Moon Sky Pack was not given the title of the best pack for having an omega in the pack. This of course led to more hatred of me.

  I would have been chased out and banished to be a rogue, if not for my pack wanting to keep up with their identity of being kind, and merciful.

   Ever since my parents died, when I was little, I had endured every curse, torture, bullying, and humiliation passed down to me by my fellow pack members.

  I have no friends, for everyone just treats me like an invisible wall, and only calls on me to let out their frustrations. I have been beaten, abused, stepped on, and lots more, but I never retaliated or stood up for myself.

  Why? Because I have no say, and a rat was even stronger than me. I had been called lots of things.

Weakling, low life, bad luck, jink, trash can and so many other ill-fitting names I could not even remember.