Claimed As A Breeder

DAPHNE

“Worthless! Absolutely, useless.”

The loud, terrifying voice of my father brought cold shivers all over my body as he threw the money on my face. I was kneeling in front of my father and my stepmother, shivering… in fear, of course.

The last time I made this amount of money, I was flogged mercilessly because I couldn’t sit for so many days. My fear is that I don’t know what punishments they would give me tonight.

Before I could say another word, my stepsister kicked my leg, making me fall on my face. There was a broken glass on the ground, so my palms went straight into the shattered glass, and I winced in pain.

Smiling maliciously, she stood up and stepped hard on my hand. Blood gushed out of my palms as she kept pressing my palms hard to the broken glass with her feet.

“You wolfless omega, you’re just a freeloader in this house. You can’t even make money with those night blind eyes of you.” She gritted her teeth.

Glaring hard at me, my stepmother scoffed and turned to my father whose face was expressionless. “Honey, I don’t think we should still keep this thing around. Of what use is she to us if she can’t make more money? This is barely 100 bucks.”

“That’s right. Do you go out all day just to make peanuts? Seems you’ve forgotten why we even let you stay here, huh?” My father yelled at me again.

Tears flooded down my cheeks, and I sniffed hard. “I’m sorry, Dad. The market was really so bad today. I hardly made any sales, and all my rice cakes went bad.”

“Bullshit! If that f****** rice cake is not getting sold, why don’t you try the brothel? I’m sure you’ll make a lot of money from there, swine!” My stepmother snorted at me.

“Mom, how do I get the Hermes designer handbag this weekend for the party when this good for nothing sister of mine can’t make enough money?” My stepsister, Chloe, cried out.

Silently, I prayed that I wouldn’t be flogged today because my whole body was still sore from the beating I received the previous day.

“There will be no leftovers for Daphne tonight, and she will pass the night, kneeling under the rain.” My father shouted, before walking away.

Without being told, I knew that I would be done if I didn't do as he said. So, I struggled up with my bleeding palms. The thunder kept rumbling loudly, it was raining heavily.

“Get out, you punk. I want to have the door shut.” Chloe kicked me, and I fell off the balcony.

While I was still groaning in pain, I could hear her laughing hysterically. Why do they derive so much joy from making me suffer? What have I ever done to them?

My name is Daphne Knight. I’m an omega, 22 years old, and my family loathes me so much. My father is the beta of our pack,