My family is one of the most respected. My family was born beta. For generations, everyone in my family was strong, powerful, either warrior or beta. Everyone in my family had a strong. Everyone but me, I was the only one in forty generations to be born an omega. The weakest of them all is what my father says. He said the only thing that the omega is good for is cleaning up the mess the higher ranks do. I have been beaten and almost killed by my pack mates. My parents don't care. I was a disgrace to them. It wasn't always like this. When I was younger, my family loved me. They cared about me and everything until I was in sixth grade when I found out I was an omega. My parents stopped loving me. My mother always looked at me like she hated that she gave birth to me. Everyone in my family hated me, but my brother was nice to me only when no one was around, but when we were. He would treat me like everyone else does by ignoring me or picking on me. I can understand, though he was next in line as a beta, he didn't wanna be seen with an omega sister when we had another sister who was beautiful in everyway. She was a top warrior and liked by everyone in the pack. I wouldn't be surprised if she was Luna. My mother was under the Luna. She was like a luna beta. She helped the Luna with pack care and taking care of everyone in the pack. My father was the beta. He was always second in command. Everyone respected him. The alpha always said if he were to die, my father would take over if he had no children.
When I hit the age of 13 years old, I had to start working in the pack house. Every omega starts doing a job at a young age, so when they are older, they won't mess up and be an embarrassment to the pack in front of guests. I only had one friend the whole time growing up. He was the Gemma of the alpha. His name was Koa. He was very nice to me no matter who was around, but I think that made people hate me more. I started being called a wh*re for talking to Gemma when he has a mate who was always nice to me as well, but I knew it wouldn't last, so I stopped talking to them both so they wouldn't get hated for talking to me, which I knew would never happen, since Gemma koa mate is next to be under the Luna.
by the time I turned 16, my father started getting annoyed with me walking around the house, so he went out and got a little bunny cage that was big enough just for an omega like me. He forced me to shift even when I tried to beg him no, but he didn't care at all. He threw me inside the cage and put me in a closet. I never understood what I did wrong to be treated this way, but I always thought I deserved this treatment.
{time skip now to the main story now 18}
Dad" you stupid mutt, you can't do anything right can't I tell you to pick up the damn trash and do the kitchen? can't. You don't do anything special. At least you can do is clean the house while we are gone." I heard my father say as he walked into the house. I looked down, not meeting his eyes. One thing I learned when I was younger was to never look him in the eyes or any up at that unless I went to go to the basement.
Pandora" I'm sorry Sir, the alpha wanted me to do the pack house today" I said, but I felt a stinging on my cheek, putting my hand up on my cheek. I knew I had just got slapped. I felt the tears stinging my eyes, not daring to make a sound, because I knew it would be worse if I started crying. Dad" are you talking back to me young lady! i don't wanna hear any of your dumb reasoning. You think the alpha thinks you are special. You are nothing but a useless omega who only needs to do with higher ranks. Say now, go get ready in the basement. I will be down there soon" he said, walking away. You whip your eyes, looking up, seeing your sister standing there smirking as she walks away flipping her hair. You see your mother not even paying you any mind as your brother walks in the door going to his room. He doesn't really look your way at home anymore after becoming a beta.
You run downstairs to the basement, stripping of your clothes as you shift into your wolf sitting in the corner trying to sink into the ground feeling like everything is your fault. You hear your father's shoes on the stairs as he comes down them. You whimper, curling up into a ball as he gets closer to you.