THE FRONTLINE PUPPET.
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“Then what am I paying the lesson teachers for? If you don’t understand what they teach you and if Raava keeps helping you, how are you going to learn what you are taught? If you are being assisted all the time. What does this dumb Omega knows, anyway? What is she going to teach you?” He got close to her and slapped her hard across the face.
“Is it how to be a slut?" He slapped her across the face once again.
Elsa cried and fell to the floor. “Dad, I’m sorry. Dad, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”
“Are you supposed to call me, Dad?" He took out his belt from his trouser, furiously. “What are you supposed to call me?” he roared.
“ALPHA RAGNULF," Elsa cried out, sobbing, and I quickly got up.
I kneeled in front of her and begged my stupid husband.
“Please, don’t harm her, she will learn…” I screamed when he used the belt to wipe my cheek, which also left bruises on my face, causing my blood to flow down my cheeks.
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m doing my duty. Know your place. You have no right to stop me. Even the child doesn’t want you interfering with her issue. You will only make it worse. She’s an Alpha, in greater status than you. So, in this state, you are pathetic and useless. Buzz off and let me do my thing.” He said.
My face went numb as hot tears flowed down my face once again.
I stood up and stepped aside for him to face Elsa.
He was right. I needed to know my place.
I silently got up and walked away from him.
I knew that if I continued to stay there, he would make matters worse.
I had to tend to my injuries, and he had to discipline his daughter or else I will be the one in deep s**t.
Most of the time, I feel like I’m not good enough for her to be close to me.
I feel ashamed of not always being there for her when she looks up at me.
I can’t even protect her, not to talk more of defending myself.
It was for the best. If not, I will suffer the consequences and besides, I have a battle to accomplish.
I can’t keep staying by her side all the time.
I am not strong enough to protect her. Even if I tried or no matter how much effort I put in, I still end up falling back on my feet.
She’s an Alpha and hopefully…I hate to admit this, but she’s lucky. When she grows up, she’s going to have a perfect life. And I would continue to suffer for the rest of my life.
She would grow up and be a great alpha. The clan would respect their leader, and I would amount to nothing.
If worse comes to worst, she would grow up hating Omegas like her father did and the rest of the clan.
I winced at the pain in both of my arms, dripping blood, and hurriedly went to my room.
I was getting dizzy by the second.
I cleaned myself up and bandaged my injuries since there was no one to help me.
I had to do it myself. There was no one I could trust or rely on but myself.
And I can never be as powerful as an Alpha, they say.
Well, they could be right.
They could be wrong. Whatever they always say is right or wrong, and I don’t care.
As long as what they say is right or wrong to them, as long as it pleases them to the ears and to do as they wish.
They don’t care.
And I was miserable. Yes, they were right, and I wish I wasn’t part of this world.
I felt awful.
My eyes were welling up. My heart broke at the words they said about me.
No one believed in me.
The more I try to forget about my past, about the s**t that happens in my life. The more I get sucked up in it by the sea and drown.
Then it gets so cold and suffocating to breathe properly, forcing me to face the reality of life that the only thing which comes to mind is to survive.
To do anything to keep on standing on my own two feet.
They were times I attempted suicide, but it wasn’t worth it when I realized I failed in killing myself when a mysterious alpha saved me from sinking into the dark.
I can’t remember how he looked, but he had a pleasant scent and a beautiful voice.
I tried searching for him, but to no avail.
That’s when I realized I had a purpose.
After weeks of thinking in the hospital because of my attempted suicide, he gave me a purpose by making me discover them.
I was not dying easily, just like that.
I was going to find him.
It’s time for these monsters and barbarians, including my father and husband, to face the same treatment they’ve given to the Omegas.
I needed revenge to soothe my grieving heart and the pain they’ve caused me all these years.
I devoted my life to them. I gave them my heart, and all I got in return was a spit in the face.
My father tested at the hospital for me to know what I was after I turned 7.
The results were out. That I was not an alpha, but an Omega.
My father was furious and confronted the nurse to do it again.
They went through scans several times and it came out positive.
My father spat at my face and abandoned me at the hospital.
That was how my miserable life began. My father’s personal bodyguard had to bring him home without my father’s knowledge.
I tried several times to see my father. I cried my eyes out and begged him to give me a chance to prove how worthy and important I was to him.
It didn’t matter that I was an Omega. I was determined to prove to him I differed from other Omegas.
I will get stronger. Tough. Fit enough to be his child, live up to his expectations and not pathetic enough to disgrace him.
I did everything to please my father, to make him believe I was not a liability but a worthy Omega who can be a better version of herself.
No one believed me.
Yet, they mocked me and said I was insane.
Although I got married to Ragnulf, who was my mate, to please my father, it still wasn’t enough.
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