Omega's Awakening: Worthless to priceless

Mira's POV

My bleeding fingers stung, evoking in me the tears I have managed to keep at bay. I wiped away the tears mixed with sweat incurred from relentless work.

My stomach grumbled in hunger. The pangs I felt in my lower abdomen made it impossible for me to straighten my back as I continued scrubbing the floor as I've been doing for over three hours now.

"Hey there, Mute Mira!" I heard Martha's voice and flinched. I lifted my eyes, meeting her hard glare.

She dropped a pile of clothes and soap. I clenched my fist in anger as I already understood what I'm supposed to do with it.

She turned to leave, but I held her feet, dragging her back.

"Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands of yours, you low life servant," Martha shrugged and stepped on my hand, bruising it the more.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I watched her walk away. She had promised to give me food as soon as I was done, but now, she has added more chores.

I chuckled mockingly as I wondered when I would stop living such a pathetic life.

The only wrong I have done in life is being an omega and losing my parents at a young age. With no family to claim me, and no relatives to take care of me.

I became the property of the pack, tossed and used by anyone. They all treat me like a servant, not caring about how I feel.

As if that wasn't enough, the moon goddess has decided to punish me for reasons I'm yet to understand. I'm yet to have a wolf.

More tears streamed down my face as I continued to scrub the floor, with feelings of pain all over my body.

***

I yawned and stretched my body as I dried the last set of clothes. I dragged my feet and found my way to one of the rocks in the garden.

I heard indistinct chatters and murmurs from afar as I leaned against the wall. I struggled to keep my eyes open, as I wouldn't dare to doze off. Martha will make my life a living hell if I don't stay up and watch the cloth dry out completely.

Besides, I'm waiting for the maids and servants assigned to the kitchen to retire to the servants' quarters so I can get some leftover food. It's the best I would be able to get anyway.

I sat there reminiscing on how hard my life has been. And it doesn't seem like it's going to get any better. With the kind of hatred the Alpha has for me? I would probably die as a servant in this pack with no one to save me.

A few hours later, everywhere turned quiet with most of the lights out. Martha must be snoring her nose out at this point.

I stood up but fell back as dizziness overwhelmed me. I struggled to sit back, but my bones were too weak and had a mind of their own. I had to stay there for a while till I was able to gather the remaining strength in me.

I dragged my weak self to the kitchen, taking each step like an attacked and dying wolf. The smell of grilled meat filled my nose, and I quivered as my body shook.

I never get to come here during the day, I can't remember the last time I saw meat. My stomach twisted in pain, and I climbed down the kitchen window as it's the only way to gain access.

My eyes scanned the entire place, looking for any plate I could find. I caught sight of a golden plate and knew for sure it was the Alpha's plate.

I reached out for it and immediately filled my mouth with the bones. There was some meat on it, so I munched it down.

I scurried through the tray and found some milk as well. I gulped it down and belched so loud I had to cover my mouth so as not to wake anyone up.

I found more plates of leftover foods and turned them over into a plate. I sat down on the floor and dug into different kinds of food.

There was bread, milk, vegetables, meat, soup, and even grains. I need as much food as I can lay my hands on.

Finally, I was done, I climbed the kitchen window outside and ran back to the garden where I had spread the clothes.

I didn't have any blanket, so I laid on the cold rock, my body hitting against the hard surface. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow morning so I can clean before Martha wakes up.

The following morning, I jolted up shivering as my eyes popped open. I glanced around, and I could see some of the servants with buckets in their hands.

I checked my body, and I was dripping water.

"No..." I whispered, tears trickling down my eyes. I only have two clothes, the other one has been seized by Martha. She promised to give it back later this week. This is the only spare I have, and now it's wet.

I wiped the water away from my eyes so I could see clearly. It was none other than Nora and Jessica.

"Mute Mira overslept? That has never happened before. I thought you were the perfect hard worker," Nora mocked, and I looked up at them, my eyes wet with tears.

"Since you love to do all the work in the pack mansion. You should head over to the Alpha's room cause he's looking for you," Jessica said, and my eyes widened with shock.

My chest moved up and down as I panicked at their words. I immediately stood up and headed to the Alpha's room.

I arrived there and Martha was there. The moment she sighted me, her face twisted in disdain.

I went on my knees with my head bowed, and before I knew what was happening, the Alpha slapped me across the cheek.