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Trouble

CHAPTER 3

My night was restless with tossing turning and sighing. I couldn't sleep a blink. My thoughts wouldn't let me. I was lost in my own thoughts throughout the night. Battling with not only insomnia but, fear. Fear gripped me in a tight embrace.

I was getting sold. I was going to be a slave.

I stood up several times to take my insomnia pills that I had even worried I had taken an overdose but, it still didn't help.

And my father. That sick jerk!

I remembered balling my eyes out and crawling on my knees to not sell the Omegas this time. I stayed glued on my knees for hours - I even had a sore at that spot - and didn't get up until I had gotten assurance that he wasn't going to sell us.

I thought he was finally useful in my life for one thing. I thought wrong.

I've heard stories. Stories of Omegas-turned-slaves dying of malnutrition or hunger or ulcer. I even heard one where she was assaulted to death.

Fear loomed over me like a shadow, I shivered.

How could my own father do this to me? He didn't even lift a finger. His daughter is getting sold for fuck sake!

A tear slipped down my cheek - tear I didn't realized I had gathered - and soft sobs followed, filling the room over Xavier's little snores.

And Xavier.

What about him? What do I tell him? He just began his life. He thinks Omegas were a different kind of mythical being from the wolves hence, the maltreatment from them.

How do I tell him its because they hate us? How do I explain to him that he was going to be a slave at such tender age? How was I to tell him that his mother didn't die during his birth but had committed suicude because she couldn't afford to watch her child live and suffer as an omega?

The memory of those white foams easing through her mouth as she took her last breath, flashed through my head.

A shiver ran down my spine. It was hot outside but I felt chilly.

Would I be next? Or would Xavier be?

Omegas don't have say in their fate. Everyday, we await our doom and everyday we wait on death to come pay us a visit.

I remembered my time with Tessa, Xavier's mother. She was so young. Somebody from the pack had deceived her into being in love with her and impregnated her, running off when he realized.

Tessa had suggested we run away from the pack but, I strongly declined. Being rogues from omegas would be like walking into another journey of hell. A hotter and fiercer hell.

Rogues held worst fate than the omegas.

The only good thing about being a rogue was that people would fear you. The rest was death. As a rogue, death was your next door neighbor.

I only remembered my eyelids snapping shot for a brief moment and the next thing, I was waking up to sunlight glittering into my room, through the damaged wooden window.

Another day of facing my shitface pack members.

Sadly, I had accepted the sad reality. I shouldn't accept such sad fate. No, I shouldn't embrace it. But, I couldn't afford the luxury of having any other choice. So, rather than cry and get depressed whenever I faced them, I just await them and don't get disappointed when it comes, hitting me right in the face.

I pushed myself off my bed and began to get prepared for school. I decided to throw on my grey camisone, a checkered tshirt over it and a black skinny jeans, the black skinny jeans been one of the only two jeans I owned.

I threw on my cross bag - a white burberry designer bag. Gilead gifted it to me for my 17th birthday and I remembered getting teary when I accepted it. It was the best gift someone had ever given to me.

Gilead, my colleague, wasn't from our pack but, the pack where she had come from, her father was the Alpha. She left home when the pressure of her parent to find a mate was getting too much on her.

Sometimes, I felt a pang of jealously whenever she gets a call from her parent to check on her. Her life was the one I had wished for to the Goddess on my 8th birthday.

I made sure I prepared Xavier's breakfast before stepping out. I left a note for Xavier's caretaker, Winnifred, about the mac and cheese that was in the microwave for his lunch.

My feet in my worn sneakers took me farther from my house, around the pack's territory and towards the main road.

My head was let down as I crossed the border that seperated omegas house to the other pack houses - an habit I have mastered from avoiding people's gaze.

My feet marched the leaves and twigs, crumbling it and I smiled, enjoying the crumbling sound. I imagined it to be my father and his wife, Hailey and every pack members.

Suddenly, that familiar laugh hits my eardrum. I would have easily mistaken it as the ones in my imagination - because, it was part of my happiest moments before my life took a dark turn. It echoed through my head whenever I tried to recall any good memory - but, they were too real.

I remembered what prompted that laugh, very clearly. Mom had dipped my face into my carrot pudding bowl and it had made a perfect round shape around my lips, dad laughter had echoed through the kitchen and he had playfully scolded my mom to stop bullying me.

I slowly turned towards the laugh and my breath hitched when I saw my dad walking side-by-side with his wife, Hailey as she said something that spread a wide smile across his lips and repeated that laugh. He looked happy and it made me feel bitter.

I had spent nights praying to the Moon Goddess that the regret and guilt of abandoning me would be a torture to him. I had cursed him of having no peace of mind. But, it seemed like I had being kidding myself.

Before I could stop it, my feet took me towards them in a desperate and determined stride.

Hailey was the first to catch me with her gaze and she stopped my father to divert his attention to me.

When our gazes met, I almost froze. I almost turned on my heels and ran away. It hurt to look at him.

He was my carbon copy and that only made me hate him more!

The proof that I was his daughter was showing on his face, loud and clear.

His brown eyes, my familiar brown ones. His face shape, my exact face shape. His light golden blonde hair, my same ones. His caramel skin tone, my exact same ones. Even up to the way his lips twitched whenever he was surprised, like now. I had tried to fight off the habit but, it lingered.

I kept my sanity intact as I closed the distance between them.

"Hey." His voice trembled and he was obviously afraid of what I might say there, to his wife's hearing.

"How are you doing?"

I scoffed at how silly the question sounded.

How was I? He kept me abandoned in a farm house as a rogue for years and he is now standing here to ask how I was?

"Well, not fine, I guess. Especially since I would be getting sold as a slave by my own father."

My throat crack and I fought to hold back the tears that was threatening to spill out.

"Maelys, you know its not my decision-"

I cut him before he could bring his sentence to a conclusion.

"Of course it's not. I mean, you are an Alpha, how could it be?"

I was shielding my anger and burst out behind my sarcasm. And what? Maelys? How dare him call me by my full name? What gave him the damn right?

As he was about to say something, his wife, Hailey burted in. Hailey had a rich coconut scent on that introduced itself as soon as she shifted her weight to me.

Hailey's father was an Alpha to one of the biggest pack in werewolf world.

"Of course he didn't make the decision alone. We both did."

Her rich american accent flexed with her tone. Her skin as milky and fresh.

Money answers to all things, really.

"We had already signed the deal with the Alpha King. He had given us half the payment, a billion dollars. And you'd probably be his slave before this month ends. So, stop nabbing around like a kid and accept your fate."

Without letting me process every sentence she had dropped on me, she clutched her manicured finger to father's elbow and walked away with him.

Dad didn't even care to turn back! He fucking walked away like that!

And what? Have the amount of our sakes was a billon dollar?

Who was the Alpha King and why is he willing to pay such huge amount for mere slaves?

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