Page 4 of The Wronged Omega

Thankfully, I wore thick leggings, a T-shirt, and my boots today and fell asleep before I thought to take them off. That should have been another sign that today was messed up. Who sleeps with socks and shoes on?

A jacket would have been nice, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d fall asleep in the leather jacket I had on earlier.

My long brown hair clung to me, irritating me further since I had no way of sweeping it out of my face or off my arms. Every bit of this was one big overstimulation, and I wanted to scream, but I kept it in, not wanting to make this worse for me.

Time passed, and I lost track of the twists and turns we took into the forested mountains. It had been hours since they kidnapped me. I knew that wasn’t how they viewed it, but given the actual facts of the situation, that’s what they did. I wasn’t in the wrong. I was now a victim alongside Ellie. I only hoped they realized that before it was too late for her.

The dark sky slid into place, and there was no chance of me knowing which way we went. The lights on the car lit up enough for them to keep driving without risking us falling over a cliff, but that was about it.

The second SUV was behind us, and I believed there was another behind that one as well, cocooning Gerard and Ellie for this little escapade.

My hands and wrists were numb, and it was working its way up my arms when we made one final turn into a roundabout driveway in front of a large cabin. It was nestled so well in the tall and full evergreens that I wasn’t sure we would have been able to see it without knowing it was here in the daylight.

It grew even larger the closer we got, and I wondered how many people lived in this mansion of a cabin. There was a large wrap-around porch on the left side that went around the back. The right side was mostly windows, and I knew that wasn’t the best option for keeping anyone under lock and key. The wood was the typical shade, lighter with a tinge of yellow, and a small second story jutted above the right side as well. As we looped the driveway, I craned my neck to see the back of the house, but it went far enough back that I couldn’t see a thing in the dark even with the headlights and the lights on inside.

Thankfully, bright, nearly too bright, lights blasted on and covered the area around the driveway and the steps leading up to the front porch and large double doors that led inside.

I was so lost in thought about the owners, what was going to happen to me inside and how this was supposed to be a safe place for me to be imprisoned, I didn’t pay attention when man one and man two exited the vehicle, ripped open my door, and dragged me out into the night as if I was a rag doll.

I grunted and hissed as they yanked on my arm, nearly ripping my shoulder out of its socket. I would be cussing them out right now if I had my hands.

The other two SUVs stopped, and nearly everyone exited them. Ellie was forced back in, but I didn’t think she’d stay there for long.

No one said anything, and the only sound for now was the forest life slowly fading away as if some big bad monster had come out to play.

Gerard and whoever lived here might think they had power over me, but I wouldn’t lay back and accept their bullshit. I’d bide my time, then get the hell out of Dodge the first chance I had.

Unnecessarily, the guard holding on to my arm and leaving bruises across my skin in the shape of his hand threw me to the ground. My face hit hard dirt and rock, and I knew a few new scrapes and bruises were added.

My shoulder took some of the force, and I groaned at the impact and pain that shot through me. “Quiet, Human,” man whatever number demanded.

I stuck out my tongue as an alternative to flipping him off. That did it. He stepped forward, ready to teach me whatever lesson he found reasonable, but Ellie’s screeching took everyone’s attention off of me.

I was never a teenager kind of person, but that ear-piercing and glass-shattering pitch was an unacknowledged weapon that I was far too grateful for at the moment.

Chapter 3

Mine

“Stop! She didn’t do anything!” Ellie tried shoving past her father’s guards, but they easily held her back as she flung herself out of the vehicle, trying to get to me. Tears streamed down her enraged face as her fingers gripped the strong arm of the Alpha who blocked her. I still didn’t know why she wasn’t using her abilities, but I made a note to ask someone about it later.

“She kidnapped you. That’s plenty, Ellery.” Gerard waved away his daughter’s words. “She will be punished as is our right.”

Except Lucinda lied, and despite Ellie telling them multiple times that they were wrong and Lucinda was to blame, no one cared. I was guilty in his eyes, and I assumed he didn’t believe his sister could do anything wrong, at least to this level. The other side of my brain said he knew all about it and was a piece of shit father, but I held out hope that he was just oblivious and stupid.

I had simply been there at the right and wrong time, so Ellie was safe for now. I doubted Lucinda would stop her wicked ways due to a minor inconvenience like distance. She’d find a way to get her hands back on Ellie and sell her to the highest bidder. My nostrils flared, knowing there wasn’t anything I could do about it if I was to remain out here.

“Why won’t you listen to me?” Ellie screeched again with her arms raised in the air, trying to gain their attention. When they ignored her, she dropped her hands to her head and gripped her hair between her fingers with frustration. I was surprised chunks weren’t being ripped out with how tightly she was fisting her hair.

I adjusted myself as I half lay on the ground. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the small gravel embedded in the soft dirt was starting to dig into my delicate skin thanks to the Alpha-hole who tossed me here. I was not a fan of aching or irritating pain, so this was worse than the pain in my face and shoulder.

I glared up at all of them. I knew of their kind; all Humans did to an extent. We were somehow equals to them and yet lower. The Omegas, Betas, and Alphas of the world couldn’t lay a finger on us or use their powers against us, but that didn’t mean they had to treat Humans with any level of kindness.

The same went for the Witches, the Half-Breeds some called them, an insult to their kind. Although they were a part of the hierarchy, they were considered lower class, just as we were, but at least they had designations unlike us Humans.

We were lower class. The Human world knew it. We simply ignored it because even though we weren’t special, we somehow saw ourselves as better if for no other reason than not having the limitations of the hierarchy lurking over our shoulder.

I internally rolled my eyes as they continued to argue. I could sneak away, but I knew at least one of these men had a relic they could use against me, if they weren’t a Witch with powers of their own. Thankfully, Witches with that kind of power were few and far between.

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