Her Cold Revenge

The Pains of an Omega

Aurora’s POV.

“Who is that?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I hesitated to open the door, knowing who it could be. The knock came again. I rose from my seat, my legs shaking as I made my way to the door. I took a deep breath before opening it, mentally preparing myself for the confrontation and probably the insults that were to come.

Lyra, my sister and bully, stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with rage. Her gaze made me feel small and insignificant, and I felt my blood run cold and a shiver run down my spine.

"Well, well, well," she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. The little abandoned pup, all alone and vulnerable."

I tried to maintain my composure, but Lyra's words were too harsh. She shoved me aside and forced her way into the room.

"You know, Aurora, I've been thinking," she said, her voice filled with hate. "Mother's death was no accident. You killed her with your weakness and your constant need for attention. You little attention seeker! A classic notice me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as Lyra's words hit me like a slap in the face. I knew something like this would happen, and now... I had to defend myself.

"You're a curse, Aurora," Lyra hissed at me, her eyes filled with anger and hatred. "A curse to our family and our pack. You should have been left in the woods, where you were found. I wish Mother did not save you on that day! You should have died. I hate you.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as I tried to speak, but my words were stuck in my throat, and when I finally forced them out, my voice was barely above a whisper. "Lyra, please. That's not fair."

Lyra's laughter was a dry, mirthless sound. "Fair? You want to talk about fairness? You've always been cuddled, baby, and protected, while I have had to work hard to prove myself. And now, you're the reason our mother is gone. You are the reason I lost my mother!”

“P-please stop.” I said, Admitted sobs.

Finally, she turned and left, leaving me shattered and alone in the room. I crashed onto my bed, my heart heavy with grief and pain. The weight of Lyra's words crushed me, and I wondered if I would ever be able to live a normal life now that my only protector was gone.

Lyra's departure did nothing to reduce the anguish that consumed me. Her words continued to ring in my mind, each one adding to my pain. I felt like I was the cause of my mother’s death. Like a burden.

As I lay there, tears rushed down my face. I could not help but think of Aria's final words: "Never give up, Aurora. Never lose sight of your dreams." But Lyra's venomous words had killed the hope that Aria had put in me.

I felt like I was losing hope in life, breaking into a thousand pieces. The pain was so intense and vivid that I could barely breathe. I was trapped in a cruel world, with my protector gone.leaving me with my biggest enemy.

As I lay there, drowning in my misery and self-pity, I knew I had to do something to take my mind off Lyra's cruel words.

I needed a distraction, something to help me escape the pain that gradually consumed me. I had to find a way out. At least I can start by knowing who my parents were.

That's when I remembered Aria's belongings, still packed away in a small box, safely tucked away where I kept my small collection of clothes.

I rose from my bed, my legs shaking as I made my way to the box. I opened the box, revealing the few possessions Aria had left behind. She valued them, and I promised to keep them safe. I carefully went through the contents, hoping to find something—anything—that might give me an idea about who my parents were and about my past.

As I searched, I saw an old envelope, beaten by the weather and time. I opened it, and in it was a collection of stained papers and a blurry photograph. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the faces in the picture: Aria, a tiny baby that looked like Lyra, and a man I had never seen before.

Was this the man who helped her raise me? If yes, then he must surely know who my parents are.

I held the photograph up to the candlelight, and my eyes tried to recognize the face. But the image was blurry, and the face was hard to see. I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, and my hopes were shattered.

“Maybe he is Aria’s husband and Lyra's father.” The voice in my head comforted me.

I returned the picture and papers to the box, feeling frustrated and desperate. Would I ever know the truth about my past? Or would I be forever trapped in this darkness? Would I ever know the truth? Would I be here for long?

The candlelight eventually gave up and died.

The darkness reminded me of my life; I was all alone in the dark.

With no shield and no help.

I laid down on the bed, my eyes stinging with tears as I desperately fought to hold the tears back.

But I failed, and the tears came rushing down my cheeks.

Just as I was about to bawl my eyes out, Lyra forced her way into the dark room again.

“Are you crying? Oh what? Crying over spoiled milk will not help you. Stand up and find a way to pay the electricity bill. I am tired of living this life. We have to live like normal people; we spent all our money paying for Mom’s treatment; now we have to pick up the pieces and start afresh, and by that, I mean without you.” Lyra hissed at me.

“What?”