The fearless omega

THE NEW REGIME

AMELIA’S POV

It didn’t take long for things to go from bad to worse. Jackson wasted no time asserting his authority, and Madison used her proximity to him to make my life unbearable.

During training sessions, Madison and her friends “accidentally” tripped me or knocked me down. They laughed as I struggled to keep up, their taunts relentless.

“She’s so weak,” Madison sneered one afternoon, loud enough for everyone to hear. “No wonder her mom abandoned her.”

I clenched my fists, biting back tears. Fighting back would only make things worse.

Even outside of training, the bullying was constant. My locker was vandalized with cruel messages. My clothes were ruined when someone poured paint over my bag.

One evening, as I was walking home, a group of pack members cornered me.

“You don’t belong here,” one of them growled.

I tried to back away, but they surrounded me, their expressions filled with hatred.

“Leave our pack,” another spat. “You’re nothing but trouble.”

Just as they moved closer, a low growl echoed through the air. The group froze, their eyes widening in fear as a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. It wasn’t Jackson’s wolf—it was one of the patrol guards.

“Get back,” he commanded, his voice firm. “Alpha Damian may not be here, but that doesn’t mean we’ll tolerate this kind of behavior.”

The group scattered, grumbling under their breath.

I looked at the guard, my voice trembling. “Thank you.”

He nodded curtly. “Stay out of trouble, Amelia.”

As he walked away, I realized just how alone I truly was. The only thing keeping me in this pack was the faint hope that Mom was still out there, waiting for me to find her.