“You again?” the headmistress, Miss Donna, which is also our Beta's wife, sighed for the umpteen times and shook her head. She was tired, and so was everyone else.
I've been a thorn in their flesh ever since I came into the school, yes I held the record for the school's biggest bully and truancy, and I'm no where being ashamed of it.
“What did you do this time?" She growled.
“Flooded the kitchen,” I replied bravely, standing boldly before the headmistress. “It's not a big deal.” My wolf, Eish spoke to me in a nonchalant tone, as if what we were doing was as ordinary as having a slice of ham for breakfast.
So, they say, girls without parents and helping source become women written by pain and experience. I wonder who said those quotes, but it's not far from the truth.
I was still there reminiscing over my evil deeds, quite self satisfactory, no one will ever have their peace here. I mumbled to myself.
“You're grounded for a week, you will stay in your dorm until I come up with a suitable punishment befitting to your disobedience.” She bellowed and dismissed me with a wave of her hand.
I neither care less of her promised punishment. I groaned out a soft hiss audible to everyone's hearing and walked out of the office. Other female omega students stared at me and gossip secretly about me. I could hear their murmuring and cold eyes being fixated on me, but I paid deaf ears to them and went straight to my favorite block.
This wasn't the first time I'm going to be grounded, it was a weekly routine for me, and the fact I already loved it here, filthy with plenty of mice leaking my feet and face every midnight but amidst that, peaceful and calm for me. “It's perfect for me, too.” My wolf stretching her limbs.
I sat down on the cemented floor and looked around with much joy in my eyes. The joy that I'm back to my little friends. The Mice.
I wasn't always like this, but since that very day, my uncle exchanged me for a hundred dollars. The sweetness in me had turned sour. We have this school that never teaches us something normal. All we need to be trained on a daily basis is how to serve our future masters better, from the kitchen to the bed.
Every single day, along with other Omega girls, we're put through various tasks and hard tests to prepare us ahead of our duties when we must've been sold off.
I cuddled my knees up to my chest, not as if I'm going to see the outside walls of the school gate, oh I mean the PRISON gate. None of us have ever did, once you're sold off to the important people from other packs, it's a dead sentence because we never heard anything about them anymore.
I spent the whole evening petrified, I know my day will come one day, and I'll be sold off, the thought of it alone gives me shivers. I laid there quietly and outside the iron window staring at the stars shine in the dark night.
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The headmistress summoned her assistant to her office to discuss Laura's truancy behavior. They had grown tired of her attitude and relentless crime streaks all the time. They needed to find a possible solution to sway her off their hook.
“I cannot stand that little witch anymore, she's such a bitch and I tell you no lie, days of strangling her with my bare hands are near.” The mistress divulged, falling back into her swivel chair with her long nails fisting hard on the table continuously.
“Why don't we sell her off, I mean it's the easiest way?” Miss Stark Suggested.
“Oh, common Stark, what are you saying,” She's only but 18, and we can't sell her off just yet until she's 20." The headmistress reminded, staring intensely at her assistant, who scoffed inaudibly.
“Forget about the policy!” She quickly sat down and drew her swivel chair closer to the headmistress.
“I mean, you're the headmistress, and you can bend the rules just a little bit to appease yourself and, of course, everyone, unless you want her to keep giving trouble for the next 2 years ahead of her.” Miss Stark added in a sinister tone yet convincing.
“I see where you're going with your point, Miss Stark, and I like the plan," the headmistress asserted. She opened her drawer and brought out a file. She scribbled down Laura's name on it and put it back into the drawer. She smiled back to Miss Stark in satisfaction with their conspiracy.
**LAURA'S POV** I was sitting in my dark room when I heard voices outside the wooden door. Some girls were whispering to themselves, very loudly, and I didn't like it. They must've left their blocks and came down to mine to probably gossip. I hissed softly, silly girls, engulfed with fear. My wolf was about to yell out her aggression at them, but I stopped her when I heard the lines of what they were saying. “Some cars just pulled at the gate, did you see them?” The first voice, which happens to be the tiniest of them, disclosed. “Yes, it's that time of the year again.” They're back for more of the omega girls. I heard those are called the masters. Omega buyers. The second voice added. I quickly rushed to look out from my window. It was quite dusty, and cobwebs were already plastered on my face, but neither did I care, I used my left hand and flung the few ones my hand could get, and yeah. The gossip girls are telling the truth. Every year, they come and stay at the far end of the
**Third-Person POV** "Gentlemen, we are going to begin shortly. Please let there be decorum.” The mistress announced with a wide grin, her eyes scanning the powerful masters in the room. The Omega buyers. She was going to make a lot of money from this group of men, and she was pleased. After they settled down, she left to get the Omega girls. She has spent a lot of energy and money buying them, either from their wicked uncles, irresponsible parents, or kidnapped after childbirth. It's a payday, She Affirmed. The room was filled with eight alphas of different packs, successful and important humans. But one, in particular, was feared by them all. He was a fearless leader of a dangerous dynasty and the Lycan king of Rainbow Crest Pack. A dynasty that produced gold and diamonds. A dynasty that had the government and all packs in its palm, the ruler of all the alphas... Ricky Mart He was as charming as he was deadly. Perfectly chiseled chin, brown eyes that would make any woman fall
**LAURA'S POV** I was still blindfolded, but I could sense that I was surrounded by wealth. The man still dragged me up to the beautiful array of stairs and into a long hallway. Until we came to a halt in front of a wooden door. It was my Master's room. The man knocked three times before opening the door, he threw me in and shut the door. I fell on the hard surface and winced painfully. I had already been through a lot on the journey here, but what was coming was worse. I called out on my wolf, but I didn't get any response from her, maybe she's weak. I panted. “Well, well, well. If it isn't… miss clever.” I recognized the voice. The same husky voice I heard back at the boarding school. I shivered. I felt his cold hands run through my hair and then, he tore the blindfold off forcefully. “Argh!” I yelled, shutting my eyes. I hadn't seen light in a long while, and it hurt my eyes. I blinked rapidly for a few seconds before getting used to the light. I had earlier been untied by t
**THIRD-PERSON POV** Paulina was responsible for looking after the Lycan's king's slaves. She was to feed them and attend to their health issues. Overall, Paulina was a kind woman, she was caring and loving. She hated what Ricky did to his slaves, but she also knew what Ricky was passing through. Paulina has been with Ricky ever since he was 10 years old, as his nanny. After his childhood was scarred, Ricky changed into the beast he is today. Paulina watched her sweet boy change into a ruthless man who kills people. She still had hope that he would be fine one day. ******** “Laura” she called softly, her voice as sweet as the early morning spring breeze on bare skin. “Dear, I brought your food,” She said, but I remained quiet, sobbing on the bed. “Please, you have to eat something. You have to regain your strength,” Paulina said. “And then he can drain me again, huh?” I fired back at her. I sat up on the bed and dried my tears with the back of my palm and the mucus running no
**LYCAN'S POV** Ricky entered the compound in his car and walked out of it completely mad. He stormed into the room with so much anger, and nobody dared to stand in his way whenever he was this angry. Andy slowly followed him to his room without uttering a word. Today was a very bad day. Ricky never gets turned down. But today, some businessman had the guts to turn his business proposal down because it wasn't resourceful enough? “Andy, who the hell does that man think he is to turn down my proposal, does he even know who he's dealing with?” Ricky paced the room in anger, but Ricky refused to say anything. Talking to him at this point is like pouring water on a rock. He will still go ahead and do what is on his mind. “I want information on that man. I want his address right now!” Ricky roared. “Andy! I am talking to you!!” He turned to Andy, who was just staring at him. “I'm sorry for being quiet, I just don't know what to say.” Andy answered honestly. “Just get me that damn
Melo was furious that Ricky had the guts to slap her in front of his bodyguards, thus, belittling her. She wasn't going to take it at all. She had to remind him of her position in his life. So first thing the next morning, she went to his room. “Who is there?” Ricky questioned when several knocks landed on his door. “Melo” she answered. Ricky groaned. When will this woman let him be… He thought. “Come in” he avowed. He had calmed down from the past day's experience, and although he wasn't in the mood to talk, he still had to listen to whatever Melo had to say. “My lord” Melo greeted with a bow, going in to meet him. Ricky was sitting shirtless on his bed, his amazing body glittering in the early morning sun. Melo couldn't help but drool. “Are you just going to stand there and drool over me, or will you tell me why you have come to disturb me this early morning?” Ricky questioned, running his fingers through his hair. Melo frowned. “That's it Ricky! Everything I do seems to be
**Third-Person POV** What she didn't know was that the Lycan king didn't give a fuck who was getting hurt, he was selfish and cold-hearted. “What did you just say?” Ricky questioned, surprised that she had the guts to talk back at him. He had warned her never to talk until he asked her to. He became furious and slapped her across the face. I felt down and wept. “Strip… Slave!” He ordered. “I… I can't. I can't. Please. I'll die” I wept, unable to move. “Who gives a fuck if you die, You wouldn't be the first one to die. I can replace you whenever I choose!” He roared at me and dragged me up by my arm. I shrieked and shivered. “Are you trying to disobey me, Do you know the price of disobeying me?" He asked, rather too close to my face. She felt his breath on my face, She could feel his anger. But didn't dare look up. “I'm sorry but… I can't” She was brave enough to say what she just said. He grinned. “Buster!!!” He screamed, and the huge man who had brought Laura from th
**Third-Person POV**“Ricky, I have been trying to talk to you. What you're doing to Laura is not fair. She's not an animal, she's just a weak Omega. You are being cruel to her.” Paulina complained to Ricky. She stared at him with tears in her eyes, but he didn't show any atom of sympathy.“Look Paulina, I respect you a lot, one of my one most trusted Beta. You know that, and I won't raise my voice at you. But Laura is my slave, I bought her with my hard-earned money, and she is supposed to obey me, if she goes against me, she'll be punished.” he said in his husky tone.“But Ricky."“Paulina. I don't want to talk about this again. I have a conference party to attend right now. So excuse me.” He said and walked away after grabbing his coat.Paulina wept at what her beloved son had turned into. Even though she wasn't his biological mother, she still loved him like a son. He used to be the nicest boy in the world, but now… He doesn't care about anything or anyone. Ricky got into the car