***Tyler's pov***
'Twenty five years later'
I stared outside my office, through the transparent bullet proof glass. I was in pain, but had to keep it hidden for now, work matters more for now. There was no one I could turn to for help except my assistant.
My train of thoughts short lived as soon as the door swung open. Jason came in. " Why did you come?" He asked. I didn't find any reason to answer him so I just kept quiet.
" Answer me?" His voice, louder and more stern than before. I raised my head to look at him. "Even if you can handle everything, I still need to be here. Prepare the car, I'd leave by evening." I said. My voice low but laced with authority.
Jason is my assistant and more of a friend. I never considered him my work acquaintance alone. He is more than that. We've been together for the past seven years. Ever since I decided to build my own empire and starting my own business...
Later in the evening, the day was getting ready to go eyes closed. And I am also getting my self ready to go back to the pack. The place where I am not supposed to be. But, I don't get to decide what to do. Not even where to live. Everything is already decided by the king.
Although I feel the urge to retaliate, but I don't wish to die yet... I got into the passenger sit, while Jason on the other hand was getting ready to drive. And as soon as my seat belt was fastened he hit the gear.
Through out the drive was quiet. Like non of us even ever exist in the car. Which shows that he was hell angry. And believe me, if Jason were to be a father to me, I would be spanked a lot.
As we got close to the shady parts of the forest, Jason stopped the car, before handing me two pairs of rags to put on. Specially customized for my recent status in the pack...
After getting well dressed, I told him to give me my other phone. Which I do not use for business. And was only used in the pack. Gifted by a nice prince. He came some days ago. Silvery eyes, and that was the only part I caught about him.
Not really, I was well aware about other parts of him. But actually, I am not a type to always describe a person facially. As soon as I was done dressing myself up in the whole somewhat messy thing. I was not happy about it. But have to keep up with it.
I know you would be like, how did he became rich if he was a servant in the pack? Yes, I love the question. I didn't actually permanently stay in the pack. The truth is, I sneak out of the pack to the city. This is part of my daily routine. But maybe I would soon get over it....
I paused as I notice a presence behind me. A deep growl. This is the one part of my life which I hate the most. I am always attacked for no reason. However, it sounds odd, right? But that's the truth. Something, I have no one to give me answers to.
The things that I need to know, but, no one to tell me. No one to even show me. And some of this attacks, always threaten to take my life. But thankfully, I surpass it...
" What do you want?" I asked. Going to the main point was what matters here.
" Hey! Don't think too much, I am the prince's bodyguard." He said, nonchalantly.
That was when I turn to face him. All I wanted to do was to see who it is and maybe, start a fight. That's a ultimatum, for everytime I land in this type of situation.
" Oh hi!" I said awkwardly. " Hope no prob?" I asked.
" No, not at all. He just asked to give a surprise." He said, stretching fort his hands which held a wrapped up present.
I found no reason to accept a gift from him, so it's best to reject it." I am so sorry. However, I can't accept. Tell his highness that he shouldn't be offended." I said before heading forward. My aim was to get to the pack as early as I could.
I didn't even bother, to look back, knowing, he would think I will come back. So, I left without looking back. Not even stopping to turn around or pee...
I also found it awkward, what was his purpose. Why didn't he call my name but, intended to scare me. Or maybe, kill me. I need to find out all of this.
As soon as I got back to the pack. It wasn't welcoming at all. Not as of the way it looked like, maybe dirty or neat. I meant the people in it. And yea, no one feels my departure, they only feel my availability.
They rag me because I am powerless, an omega, worth nothing. I was a servant in the pack. Not even close to the royals. I was one of the servants that were meant to occupy a very cruel work space. This is a very hard part, which is creating weapons for the pack. Not only that. We'd be whip if we slack off. And this is the part that makes it really hard...
Not wanting any mark for my beautiful skin that had not heal from the last scar. I worked hastily and efficient. Suddenly, I heard a guy cry out loud from the other end. And suddenly, his voice just zone out. Like, his voice suddenly disappeared. Immediately, I realized that he was dead.
That is the cruelest part of our lives here in this pack. Some of us were killed. I wonder if the king knows about this. What if he knows, he makes this rules. For some reasons I find myself funny.
" Everyone, time's up. You all get to continue when the king instructs." A voice came from the main door.
" Argh... Thanks to the goddess." An old man said beside me.
I just stared and said nothing, because, this is what happens every time after they managed to take a life down to the reaper.
The worst part is that, they don't give enough time. Sometimes, a day, a minute, an hour, or even, non at all, saying.' His majesty change his mind. Keep working.' This is what they ever say to us. I thank God I always manage to get out of here daily.