"Eat that, Fatty! A fat and ugly orphaned omega descendant shouldn't be here!" said one of the few people surrounding me. I didn't know them, except maybe when they passed by a few times, and I never remembered their faces even though we were in the same class. Some of them were even seniors, but why were they doing this? Wasn't it a senior's job to look after their juniors?
A few more eggs hit my head and body. It felt sticky and smelled fishy. I just blinked and couldn't move because eggs, flour, mud, and dirt were thrown at me as if I deserved it all.
"You'll make a good snack, Foxx! Let me think ... a fatty donut!" The laughter echoed deafeningly, making me shudder amid the ongoing tension. The boys and even the girls were taking part and guiltlessly doing what they had done all along.
I repeatedly told my foster mother that I should no longer attend pack school. They would never accept me well. However, she always wisely said that learning was everyone's right. Including me, the lowly orphan omega.
"Ignore them, Shenna. You are a strong and resilient girl. You can't just stay at home with nothing to do. Remember, you have a noble goal, and it's for your late parents," She said, and I thought it was right, even though it had always been the same story I heard from her—about my mother and father being punished for mistakes they never made. They languished in a dungeon for the rest of their lives.
Now, I had to suffer without both parents. There was no one to defend me. I didn't know where to complain about their treatment because the attitude of our pack members was clear. Our pack was the strongest. This kind of hazing was considered by them to be normal and mentally toughening, but that wasn't how I felt in the end.
"Please stop!" I shouted for who knows how many times, and the harder I tried to resist, the more uncivilized they became. One of them I would remember for the rest of my life was Dexton Elmer, who was an alpha descendant, and he was the one who pulled me from the crowd. I thought he was going to save me, but the opposite happened.
He pulled my shirt so hard that it was torn and pinned me in a corner without anyone intervening. No one dared to resist because of his father's background. However, I didn't stay still as he uncivilizedly started to move on me.
I pushed him hard, and his tall, well-built body only shifted slightly because, once again, I was just an omega with physical features far removed from other descendants with higher levels. My strength was nothing, and it would be futile for me to fight back.
I didn't want to give up, but I couldn't break free until someone finally managed to make Dexton bounce away, fall down, and try to get up. But before I knew it, in the blink of an eye, the man who had helped me and I were already far away from Dexton. I didn't even see him around me anymore.
"Wh-where is this?" I asked, trying to recognize the man with the black hoodie and backpack who had just freed me from the thugs, including Dexton. The tall, well-built man didn't answer but simply took off the hoodie and put it on me.
"It's your home. Did you forget? Just come in, and for the next few days, don't show up at school for your safety," he said in a deep, heavy baritone voice. Yeah, right. I was already in the orphanage yard and immediately did as he said. Although the question arose from where he knew where I lived, I didn't have time to ask, even what his name was, confirm what he looked like, let alone say thank you. The man was gone, and I could never find him again except for the figure that always appeared around me whenever the bullies approached.
I wanted to find him. However, it never worked until one day, after several years had passed, I smelled the same body scent as my savior on a male wolf. His posture wasn't too different, although it wasn't the same as my savior, the last one I remembered. I thought he was the one. Out of nowhere, that man eventually became my lover after we felt the mate sign between each other and were in a relationship for a long time.
Could I say it was a beautiful start to a bright day?
***
It was ten years since the first bullying that took place in junior high school, I was twenty-three years old and working at a law firm in another pack section where Gerald was undergoing beta selection, the Night Hunter Pack.
"Do you remember how it was when you saved me?" I asked Gerald, my boyfriend, every time we met. I will never forget how strongly he pushed Dexton, who was an alpha scion, while Gerald was just a beta scion who was clearly outmatched in terms of the strength of the alpha scions.
He was the one who came to me and admitted himself that he was the one who had helped me fend off the bullies and lunged at Dexton when he tried to do something indecent to me. Nothing was more admirable than that. So when he said he wanted to be my mate, I couldn't refuse. After all, I hadn't met my mate yet, so it was fine if he was going to take my mate's place, right?
Getting him was better than being the mate of someone I never knew. What if he was problematic and unpleasant?
I knew that Gerald had always worked hard for me and his pack. That was why he put so much effort into his pack's beta selection, and it made me proud of him. With his strength and toughness, he even deserved to compete with the alpha candidates for the leadership position.
Gerald was such a formidable warrior. I loved him—right, I was infatuated with him as if I would give the whole world to him, except for one thing: my virginity.
I might be conservative, just like he always said whenever he tried to seduce me into sex. He said I was too stiff and unpleasant. Unlike back then when he saved me from being bullied. The scent of my body was so seductive to him. Now, all it did was excite him without being able to vent because I would definitely refuse with various excuses.
"I am a man, after all, Shenna. I need an outlet for my desires. Would you be willing if I did it with another woman?" he asked, taking my breath away.
"Seriously? You're thinking of doing it?"
"N-no. However, that doesn't mean you can hang onto me like this. After all, you are already my mate. We must make love to form a mate bond, but you won't let me touch you."
"I'm sorry, Gerry. I just want us to do it in a sacred atmosphere. After the wedding, it will be a precious moment that you are the only one who has me completely," I said to calm his rumbling mind.
True, he seemed calm. However, I never imagined what would happen afterward because I was so happy that a lowly ugly omega like me, who had always been underestimated and bullied throughout my life, managed to graduate with the highest grades in every level of education, passed the selection of the best universities in the pack, and got a law major like my dream.
My foster mother was happy for me. Especially when I managed to graduate after studying for less than three years and achieved the cum laude title. Gerald, my boyfriend, proposed to me, and we moved in together in the apartment I was renting.
It was a beautiful life that I had never imagined before. However, beauty was a mirage that would never be real for an omega like me. It all came crashing down when I witnessed what I shouldn't have.