Chapter 2- I Hate Your Kinds
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I ducked my head the moment I saw something flying toward me—even though I didn't know what it was. My body moved on its own, but I wasn't fast enough.
Crash.
Whatever it was—glass, I think—hit me straight in the forehead. Hard.
I didn't even get a full second to understand it before the pain exploded.
"Aaaah!" I screamed as the glass shattered against my skin.
"No—nooo, ouch!" I cried out, stumbling backward. My hand flew to my forehead, but it was already too late.
The sharp edge had pierced my skin.
Blood. Hot. Wet. Warm.
It poured from my head, dripping down fast, running into my eyes. It burned. It stung. I couldn't even see properly.
The pain… gods, the pain. Like something had cracked open inside me. My forehead throbbed so hard I could barely think.
It was like someone had taken a knife and dragged it across my face on purpose.
My hands were shaking as I tried to wipe away the blood, but more kept coming. My skin was slick, my hands slippery, and my vision blurry from the mix of blood and tears.
"Is this how I'm going to die today?" I whispered to myself. My voice sounded small. Broken. Like I didn't even recognize it anymore.
"Is this how it ends?"
Tears poured down my cheeks, mixing with the blood. I couldn't stop them.
I was tired.
Tired of pretending I was okay. Tired of acting strong. Tired of holding it all in like it didn't break me every single day.
Because it did.
Every single time.
And now this? Now she threw a plate at me like I wasn't even alive?
Why? Why do people hate me this much?
I wasn't even sure if she was—the chief maid or someone else. But the hatred… it was enough to crush whatever little spirit I had left in me.
Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?
I cried harder, my whole body trembling. I clutched my forehead, trying to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop. And I knew it wouldn't—not anytime soon.
I don't heal fast. Not like other wolves.
Most wolves are strong. They heal within minutes. A scratch, a cut, even something deep like this—it wouldn't last long on them.
But me?
I'm an omega. A broken one.
Wounds like this could take hours. A full day. Maybe more. And it hurt. It hurt so much I felt like I was going to pass out.
"I always avoid getting hurt," I whispered shakily. "But it's like people go out of their way to hurt me on purpose."
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I broke down completely.
Why? What did I ever do?
I've never hated anyone. Never caused trouble. Never fought back. All I've ever done is try to survive. Keep my head down. Be respectful. Do the work, even when I'm exhausted.
But somehow, that's never enough. Somehow, I'm always the one they choose to hurt.
"Why do you do this to me?" I sobbed. "What did I do? Why do you hate me this much?"
"You don't even know me. This is the first time you're seeing me, and you already hate me?"
I looked up at her through blood-filled eyes, clutching the wound on my forehead with one hand, trying to hold myself together with the other.
"I tried my best," I said, my voice cracking. "I was fast. I was respectful. I didn't complain. I would've washed those plates faster than anyone, I swear—if only I had a little more time."
I took a shaky breath, choking on my own sobs. "You knew I couldn't finish them in twenty minutes. You gave that time on purpose. You wanted me to fail. You were just looking for a reason to hurt me."
My voice dropped to a whisper. I closed my eyes, still pressing my hand against the bleeding wound.
"Why? Is it because I'm an omega?"
"Yes."
"It's because you're an omega," she said coldly. "I hate your kind."
Her voice held so much venom it made my stomach twist.P
"Weaklings like you should've gone extinct long ago," she continued, stepping closer, like she wasn't done breaking me.
"The weak and the strong don't belong together. You don't belong here. And since our precious Alpha won't do the job of killing or banishing your kind…" "I'll gladly take care of that myself."
And then she spat on me.
Right there—on my face, on my pain, on what little dignity I had left.
I stood frozen. My legs felt weak. My hands were shaking.
Who hurt her so badly that she had this much hate buried inside her?
But deep down, I knew the truth.
No omega ever hurt her. She just hated us. Hated me.
Just like so many others did.
It was in their eyes. Their words. Their silence. We were born unwanted. Born to suffer.
"People like you shouldn't exist," she said, like she could read my thoughts. "You're just a waste of space."
I bit my trembling lip, trying to hold it together, but i just can't because her words are breaking me.
"You know what? I'm actually glad that blood's on the floor now. That makes it easier for me to accuse you."
My heart started pounding faster.
"Accuse me… of what?" I asked in a whisper, though I already feared the answer.
"Rituals." Her voice was filled with cruel delight. "I'll tell the Beta and the guards that you were trying to ruin his birthday. That you were using your filthy blood to do something evil."
"But I wasn't—" My voice broke. "You hit me with that plate. I didn't choose to bleed. I didn't do anything wrong!"
"They won't know that, will they?" she said sweetly, as if she was doing me a favor. "And even if they did, do you think they'd believe you over me?"
She was right. No one would believe me.
I was just an omega.
And worse… I was me.
I stood there, bleeding, heart pounding in my ears, vision blurry with blood and tears. My hands were still pressed to my forehead, trying to slow the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop.
Everything inside me ached.
"I'll be back in five minutes with the guards," she said, walking toward the door. "And you better not be standing there like this—covered in blood and tears."
"But if you are… good. That means they'll finally burn you. Get rid of you. I won't have to see your disgusting omega face again. Ciao."
BANG.
She slammed the door so hard I stumbled back.
I didn't even know where I was standing anymore. My vision was red and blurry. My knees felt like they might give out any second.
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
My lips trembled as I whispered, "Mom… Dad…"
I looked up—toward nothing—because I couldn't see past the blood.
"Why did you have to die? Why did you leave me in this cruel, cruel world?"
I dropped to my knees, the pain too heavy to carry. My shoulders shook with sobs.
"Why, Mom? Why? Tell me why you left me here all alone?"
The silence didn't answer me. Just the sound of my own crying filling the room.
And then—
The door burst open.