Chapter 4

Three years later: Alyssa pov

"Hey Maggot, come here!!"

I left everything and ran to him, it didn't matter the abuse I had suffered at his hands over the years. I went to him, it was like my soul just needed to.

"Young alpha?" I said with my head bowed, I dare not look at his face or look him in the eye. Because apparently , I'm not worthy of that privilege.

"Why is my oat runny and light?" he asked in anger. " I-I am sorry your majesty, I will bring you another plate, it will be perfect this time, I'm so sorry sir." I begged and pleaded praying that he doesn't take this any further.

His name is Devon Reese, the son of the alpha of my pack, the dark blood pack. I internally call him the devil, because it is obvious the moon goddess created him to be the sole tormentor in my life.

I tried to get closer, to take away the bowl of oats , but he signaled for me to stop. Today is his birthday, there will be a party this evening in his honor, as there has been every year. The difference this time is that, his alpha ceremony comes up just before his birthday party.

Unfortunately for me he's in a very bad mood this morning. I could feel it, It's the kind of mood that makes him extremely vicious and mean. He picked up the bowl and flicks his wrist, causing the contents of the bowl to hit me right in the face.

Snickers and small laughter rang around the room. I stiffened and said nothing, I quickly used the small tray I was holding, to stop the hot, almost warm oatmeal from messing up the pristine floor.

He threw the bowl and the spoon at me, before turning to his sister, who gave him a plate of bacon, eggs and blueberry pancakes. " Get out of our presence, before you face more dire consequences, and make sure the new bowl is warm not hot." His sister Darcy ordered.

I quickly nodded my head as I picked up the Golden bowl and spoon, and fled to the sanctuary of the kitchen. I heard my mother's gasp as I entered the kitchen, she quickly led me to the sink and helped me wash the oatmeal off my hair and face.

"What happened?" Frod, the head of omega servants asked. "Alpha Devon said the oatmeal Is too runny and light." He nodded and instantly began to make another bowl for the Alpha.

I am the only omega servant allowed near a titled wolf in my pack. And that's not because I am fortunate or someone's favorite, No.

It's because Devon had made it his life's goal to humiliate me every chance he gets. So I serve him mostly.

In my pack, Omega means servant . But since we were deemed unworthy to be in the presence of the titled wolves, we are assigned the worst tasks that keep us away from them. We work harder than most people in the park and are paid peanuts in comparison to what others are paid. Those who serve the titled wolves are called helpers, assistants but not servants.

And they are all deltas who have no specific skill needed in the pack and since everyone of age is expected to work, some are drafted in as helpers, who go on to become assistants.

My family were originally from a strong gamma line, but my grand mother had a falling out with the then Luna of the pack, and my mother's family ended up being demoted to omega status.

My dad is a guard in the pack, guards are the lowest ranking experienced omega warriors. They can never hold positions in the platoon of warriors, but it beats being a servant along with your mate and daughter.

"There you go." Frod said handing me a fresh bowl of oatmeal, at least it looked thicker than the last one. I took in a deep breath before walking in to serve the alpha again.

I made to bend and place the bowl on the table, but his growl made me instantly go on my knees and bow my head slightly in a show of respect and submission, before placing the bowl back on the table.

"Happy eighteenth, welcome to the club Devon." Beta mark and gamma Drew said in unison. Devon got up and hugged his best friends. They were as close as brothers those three and tonight after the midnight run Devon, mark and Drew would officially become Alpha, beta and gamma of the pack.

But according to pack laws, their parents will guide them in an official capacity for a year before completely leaving the pack in their hands.

The devil refused to dismiss me, after serving him a fresh bowl of oats. So I stayed there on my knees, not too far away from him. Occasionally he would motion for my hand and I would open my palm so he could spit out whatever bone he didn't like in his blueberry pancake. ( note the sarcasm.)

My wolf Reign, is an odd wolf , goddess bless her soul, she is extremely calm almost docile, if you ask me, the exact opposite of the regular aggressive werewolf, but I wouldn't trade her for any other.

Reign has thick black fur, the deepest blue eyes , and is almost as big as the alpha's wolf. Her size is the reason most people think I'm weak. When I turned Fifteen, and attend my first change ceremony, I didn't get my wolf.

Only for her to make an appearance, one year later, looking like an alpha wolf. I fell sick for full week after my first change, Reign explained that my delayed was due to her size and that was also why I fell ill after my first change. In other words she is way too big for a female werewolf and her size is an abomination for an omega.

Because of that, I never change In front of anyone, only my parents have seen me in wolf form. Which also means I don't change regularly. I do that once in a week or two.

And she never whines or complains about it, she has never even complained about Devon's treatment of me, that's why I don't understand her sudden restless, and hyper attitude all morning.

Well, her anger is totally unnecessary, because this is how he's always treated me, infact there are times when it's been worse than this. But I have since understood that, Devon was created by the moon goddess to make my life the living hell it is.