Luna Sofia: The Omega Rise To Power

Sofia's Pov:

Listen to me, you omega! The next time you try to disrespect me I'll make sure you regret it. You're nothing in this pack. Nobody wants you, and you're not important. Even your own family despises you.

They mocked me...and one of them says, your father sees you as a disappointment. A strong beta bloodline like his, only to end up having an omega for a daughter.

You're nothing but a disgrace to his bloodline. A warrior pushed me back, my back hitting the wall. They laughed, and another stepped on my leg before walking out.

I've been used to this my whole life. Born from a betaline, ended up an omega. I struggled to stand, bruised and sore. But... two days. Two days, and I'll be out of this pack house, moving to the house my late grandma left me.

 The agreement was clear, Once Sofia turns eighteen she's to have access to everything her grandma left for her and be free of her duties the Alpha had declared it, eight years ago. Two days. Forty-eight hours.

As they laughed and walked out of the laundry room, I dragged myself up. I wasn't healing from the torture and beating from Vanessa and her friends yesterday, and now another injury today. I limped down the back corridor, heading to my small room... I saw my father standing in the hallway, giving me that look of disappointment, anger, disgust. Because I'd brought nothing but shame to his bloodline. My parents had always been angry... My sister was born a beta. strong, beautiful, and powerful like every, beta female should be. But me... fragile, weak, and an omega. Ever since they detected it when I was five, my father's shown nothing but hate. They expected a boy, but got a weak omega girl instead. My grandmother took me in, trained me, loved me till she died when I was eleven.

When I got to where my father was standing, he said, "Sofia, you've done nothing but bring disgrace. Because of you, those warriors insult our family name. Can't you try to stand up for yourself? I bent my head. "Father, you know I can't fight back..." He cut me off. "Just go to your room. Clean up. You look like a mess." He walked out.

I headed to the small storage room at the end of the back house, my space since I was brought back here at eleven. An omega's life in the pack is better than mine,I'm more of a slave. I do the cooking; the omegas do little. I do most of the hard work.

 After I finished cleaning up my body and dressing my wound, I headed downstairs to prep dinner. I'm the only one who makes breakfast and dinner; the other omegas just serve. I headed to the kitchen and started prepping for dinner. After a few hours, I was done making dinner – spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread for the pack. After the omegas