The fearless omega

PACK MEETING

AMELIA’S POV

Two weeks after Jackson became Alpha, he called a pack meeting. The announcement came out of nowhere, leaving everyone wondering what new directive he had in mind. I had a sinking feeling it would involve me.

By the time I arrived at the pack house, the meeting hall was packed. Everyone was murmuring in anticipation, and Madison stood at Jackson’s side, practically glowing with pride. His new Beta, Daniel, stood beside him, smirking like he already knew the outcome.

When Jackson stepped forward, the room fell silent. He surveyed the crowd, his blue eyes cold and calculating.

“As your Alpha, it is my duty to ensure the safety, strength, and unity of this pack,” he began, his voice strong. “Unfortunately, there are those among us who weaken our bond—those who bring shame to our name.”

His eyes locked onto mine, and my stomach dropped.

“Amelia,” he said, his voice sharp and commanding, “step forward.”

I froze, every muscle in my body tense. The crowd parted, their eyes filled with disdain as they watched me walk to the front.

“You stand accused of disrupting the harmony of this pack,” Jackson continued. “Your actions have cast doubt on your loyalty and your worth.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Jackson silenced me with a glare.

“As of today, you are hereby stripped of your rank and demoted to omega,” he declared.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by whispers and mocking laughter. My chest tightened as the weight of his words settled in.

“That’s not all,” Jackson added, his tone dripping with cruelty. “You will also be removed from the pack’s education program. An omega has no need for schooling.”

The room erupted into cheers and jeers, led by Madison and her friends. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“You can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Jackson leaned in, his smirk chilling. “I’m the Alpha. I can do whatever I want.”

The next day, I was moved to a tiny room in the pack house basement, a far cry from the modest but comfortable room I had before. The mattress was thin, the walls damp, and the air smelled of mildew.

My duties as an omega began immediately. From scrubbing floors to washing dishes, I was given the hardest, most degrading tasks.

“Faster, omega!” Madison sneered one morning as I scrubbed the dining hall floor. She deliberately spilled her drink, letting it splash all over me. “Oops! Looks like you missed a spot.”

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to keep scrubbing. Reacting would only make things worse.