Alpha Daniel

Omega Allison’s pov

“You there, Omega! Let’s go!” the disgust in the man’s voice was visible when I looked up, my hands still digging the frozen ground, being late in the season, here we were, trying to scratch up whatever was left after the big harvest.

The orchard was emptied out when the omega females scattered off the second they realized that it wasn’t one of them that was called out, making me grit my teeth more, knowing that whatever was happening, it was going to hurt.

There were two, both bigger and mean, when one made a direct hit against my rib, making me fall down, trying not to make a sound, knowing that it would only make it far worse than just one kick to my body.

“Stop eating all the damn time and actually do some work around here since otherwise, we don’t have any use for you!” the other man made a smirk when his battle partner spat at my face, making the hood I was wearing take most of the saliva, even if some of it was on my chin.

“Too bad that you are a fucking disgusting piece of trash. I would have loved to make that face of yours beg me to fuck you harder!” the man was leaning closer, taking a solid hold of my face like he was considering it, whatever filth that was going on inside those cunning eyes staring at my trembling lips, still trying to hold my breath, feeling the leather-covered fingers dig deeper inside my skin, knowing he was hurting me.

“Don’t waste your time on her. We are already late, and she is the last one…. Still can’t believe they asked for an Omega…. What a waste…” the second man made a huff when I was let go, my face still hurt from the firm grip that had been around my jaw, holding me hostage when the man that had kicked me made a growl for me to get on my feet even if he just made sure I couldn’t move that fast!

“Move, you bitch!” I made a fast move toward the truck waiting in the distance, the men walking behind me casually like they didn’t just see me almost fall over from the same kick that was making every breath harder to take. Climbing up the truck that had girls all younger than me when I sat down, I pulled my hood up, hiding whatever the other girls that all stared at me with contempt, no compassion or care, just pure hate when I was the only Omega sitting alongside regular pack members and they wanted nothing to do with me or my kind.

The truck jerked, and I fell over, hissing at the pain in my left side when the girl next to me gasped when I almost touched her. She was wearing a lovely dress, they all were. Their family and mothers made sure they looked prettiest when I was still sitting in my burlap shirt and pants. My work outfit was the only thing that could cover up my hair; it was red. For some reason, people around here hated it. I wasn’t even the only one with it. More than the hated that I was an orphaned Omega with no blood ties to this pack, I was nobody.

“Think you stand a chance, Omega. You really believe an Alpha would ever look at someone like you?” the mocking voice came from a girl further away when I didn’t answer, still holding my hand over the spot that hurt. The guard wasn’t holding back when he kicked me, and he never did.