Omega's Awakening: Worthless to priceless

Mira's POV I fell to the floor, my cheek burning in pain. I couldn't dare to bring my face up. “How dare you eat from my plate? Have you totally lost your mind?” The Alpha yelled at me, and I just sat there on the floor choking on my tears. “I think I'm being lenient with you. That is why you have the audacity to go into my kitchen and eat from my plate,” he continued, and I couldn't bring myself to deny the fact. Someone must have seen me yesterday and went ahead to report me to the Alpha. It's the only explanation for what had just happened. But it's not my fault. If I had not gone to eat those leftovers, I would probably be dead by now from starvation. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The Alpha asked, and I lifted my face up. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away, unable to stand his wicked gaze. “I…” I was starting to say. “Just shut it. You have no defence. You should be grateful that I adopted and allowed you to live here at the Pack Palace.” He began to remind me of how, according to him, fortunate I am. “Do you think every Alpha is this nice to their subordinates? I took you in when your miserable parents died.” He added, and I felt my blood boiling in my veins. He does this all the time, always involving my parents. He knows how much it gets to me, and that's why he keeps doing it. But I didn't dare to show my anger. The last time I lashed out, I was locked in the prison for three days with nothing to eat or drink. My death flashed me in the face, and ever since then, I stopped defending myself no matter what. I just stare in silence, allowing them to do whatever they please. I can only hope that one day, they stop treating me like this. I sobbed as those thoughts came running through my head. “I feed and clothe you. You must think of me as a weak and stupid leader. That is why you will not listen to whatever I tell you and know your freaking place,” he said, brushing his fingers through his hair in anger. I flinched as I watched him walk towards me. “Were you trying to challenge my authority as the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack?” He bent down and asked me, and I shook my head profusely, sniffing back the tears threatening to fall down my eyes. “Then what did you do that for?” He yelled at me and grabbed my hair, pulling it so hard. “Aaahhh!!” I yelled in pain, hot tears falling down my eyes. I caught a glance of Martha grinning wickedly, and I knew in that instant that this was all planned by her. She refused to give me food and made me work so late. She also made me wash those clothes so I would be in the garden, which is close to the kitchen and servant quarters. She must have planted those leftovers there and had someone watch so the Alpha would find out, and I would be in trouble. ‘What did I ever do to you?’ I screamed at her in my mind, and with a final breath, I lost consciousness. *** I opened my eyes to the chilly breeze, making me shiver. My clothes were still a little wet, which made it worse. I looked to my left and noticed some guards. That was when I came to the realisation that I've been locked up in prison once again. Wouldn't be the first time, and most definitely won't be the last. I drew a sharp breath, trying to collect my thoughts. My throat felt dry and husky, so I crawled to the gate of the cell I was put in and hit a little, drawing the attention of the guards. “What does mute Mira want now?” one of the guards asked, his voice filled with sarcasm. “Water…” I muttered under my breath, with my voice shaking as I spoke. “Would you like to drink my wee? Trust me, when I say it's better than water,” the other one replied to me, and they all burst into laughter, mocking me. “Please!” I begged my eyes wet with tears. I could feel my throat closing up, and my chest tightened. “Fine! But on one condition, you will do our laundry for a month,” the guard replied to me, and my eyes widened with shock. I'm still struggling to keep up with all the chores that I have to do. Martha, with the support of the Alpha, hates to see me breathe. She delights in my suffering. If I'm to add more chores to the one I already have. I'm afraid I might not make it to the next moon “Looks like you don't need the water anymore,” the guard said and started walking away from my cell, but I quickly banged the cell gate with my last strength. “Fine!” I agreed. I'm too desperate and won't even make it to doing any chores if I don't get water right away. “You have some sense sometimes,” the guard said, and in a few minutes, I was brought a gallon of water. Good thing he brought enough water. He opened the gate to the cell and threw the gallon at the wall. With a loud burst, the water emptied on the floor.   “No! No!! No!!!” I cried, tears trickling down my eyes. I looked at the guards who were laughing, horrified and trembling. “You need to see the look on your face. Did you really think I was going to give you water, you fool?” One of them asked and they laughed more. “And remember you are still doing our laundry. You can't take your words back,” the other guard said, and they both burst into another round of laughter. I crawled weakly to where the gallon fell and scooped the little water left, just so I could breathe for a few more minutes.