Page 74 of Omega for the Pack

Seven

KEERA

My heart was in my throat as I slowly stepped out of Jade’s car. My dad looked furious as he stomped over to me, his orange mustache ruffling in the wind. To me, it was the most horrifying sight.

It was pathetic that I was scared of my own father. The only person in the world I didn’t dare stand up to. He gripped my hair, my scalp burning as he pulled me towards the hideous green car. He did it right in front of Jade and her brother. It was the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me.

“Let her go!” shouted Jack as he got out of the car. My dad dragged me towards the passenger side.

“Where the hell were you?” he rasped in my face.

“Nowhere!” I screamed.

That set him off. He shoved me into the car headfirst. I quickly righted myself as he slammed the door with all his might- shaking the car to hell. I shut my eyes tight, trying to transport myself elsewhere in my mind. To escape the reality of the nightmare I had to live with every day.

I couldn’t look at Jade’s car. I didn’t want to see looks of pity or shock on her and her brother’s faces.

My dad jumped into the car and aggressively turned the engine on. He looked crazy-eyed as he backed the car out. He didn’t even talk to me, and that's when I knew things were going to get ugly. My hands shook as I crossed my arms over my briefcase that contained my new dress.

My night of fun was completely ruined. I didn’t dare look over at him for fear of setting him off. But, for some reason, his silence felt a lot worse. A lot more foreboding.What was he planning?When we entered the house, I wondered if I managed to somehow get out of a screaming lecture. Unfortunately, he quickly proved to me that I hadn’t.

He grabbed my arm and flung me on the couch. I cried out as he twisted my arm and then let go. He sat on the couch across from me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got fired?”

How did he know that?Shit, shit, shit.

“They don’t like omegas,” I said, my head down. “It’s not my fault.”

“Since you’re pretty much useless now. I have an idea,” he said, scratching his mustache ominously. I could barely breathe. Whatever idea he came up with, I never had a say in it. Without money and nowhere to go, I was under his mercy.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to put you up for auction,” he said gleefully, rubbing his hands together. “Our house is in foreclosure, so it’s time for the big money. And I owe someone money.”

It’s in foreclosure because of your gambling addiction…

“I can get another job,” I said quickly. I didn’t want to be sold into some seedy auction to a group of horny alphas. It was the lowest thing to happen to an omega. It was only for the leftover omegas who couldn’t find a pack.

“It’s decided,” he said. “Go to your room.”

Biting my lip, I passed the bare living room and went into my room. The living room didn’t have much because he sold as many things as possible to fund his gambling addiction. We only had a couch and a TV. Not even a rug.

It took no time for him to lock my door from the outside. I leaned against the wall, my eyes tearing up. Sliding down the wall, I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest. The concrete floor beneath me was cold and wet. I laid my head against my knees, dejected and scared of what was to come.

Anything was better than being here. But at the same time, I wasn’t ready to mate with a pack. They could take a second omega anytime after buying me. I didn’t have anything going for me now. No job, no family.Why would they even like me?

The next morning,I woke up with a pit in my stomach. My life was about to change drastically, and I had no control over what would happen. My room was still dark, with barely any sunlight coming through the dingy window. Slowly getting up, I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I was moving on autopilot. Refusing to think about my fate.

When I walked back into my room, my dad stood there carrying a dress. I gasped, recognizing it as my mom’s dress. Ever since she died, he had never allowed me to go into their room or touch Mom’s stuff.

It was her dark plum dress made of velvet. It was heavy and warm to wear in the fall.

“Wear this,” he said. He had zero emotion in his voice, his eyes a dead stare. “Put on some makeup too. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

I looked at my worn-out mattress and saw that he had thrown some of my mom’s makeup on it. It didn’t shock me that he couldn’t care less about what would happen to me since would just bring him money to fund his lifestyle. I shut the door behind him.

When I lifted Mom’s dress, I burst into tears like a flood waiting to break.

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