Chapter 6- Standing Up For Her

LENA >>

I stared at him with my mouth wide opened in confusion and shame.

What did he just say?

Fuck me?

Why would they even say that to me?

Why would they want to…?

My thoughts were all over the place. My brain couldn’t understand what was happening.

But before I could say anything, the one with fiery auburn hair suddenly burst out laughing.

His laughter was loud , mean and filled with disgust.

I blinked through my tears, looking at him. My chest rising and falling fast as I stood there like a complete loser.

“What’s so funny that you are laughing like a maniac?” I wanted to ask, but the words never left my mouth.

“You should’ve seen her face,” he finally said, laughing harder. “She looked so damn fulfilled and happy when I said we were going to fuck her. Like it was the best day of her sad little life.”

What?

Happy?

What in the actual fuck is he talking about?

My hands clenched at my sides as my jaw tightened.

I was not even close to happy. I was confused. Terrified. Humiliated.

Why was he saying that?

I bit my tongue hard and gripped myself to stop myself from screaming. I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to scream that he was lying on me while I was still.

But I knew how this worked here .

If I said a single wrong thing, it would only make things worse. They were powerful. I was nothing but a slave. An omega slave. The lowest of the low.

As if it wasn’t worse enough. I was an omega that her step parents exchanged for a debt repayment.

So, I bowed my head again… and took it.

“That one,” another voice said—this time the one with jet black hair—pointing at me like I wasn’t even human, “is so sex-starved, she couldn’t even wait. She wanted all of us inside her. She’s that cheap.”

“She wanted us to cum inside of her so she could have us with her anywhere she goes.”

He was the one that dragged me into this situation. The one I accidentally walked in on. The one who whispered things into my ear. The one who came close to my face. And now… he was acting like I was the one who wanted it?

Tears slid down my cheeks again, and I let them fall freely.

I hated them.

Every one of them.

I hated the way they talked to me.

I hated the way they disrespected me like I was nothing.

But most of all, I hated that I was too scared to fight back.

How was I even able to fight powerful people who could get me killed by just clicking their thumb and pinky finger together?

If only they could live my life for one day—just one day—they would see what it feels like to be born into pain. To be left alone. To be treated like filth.

I wiped my tears quickly when the jet black–haired alpha—Theron—spoke again.

“Do you know she told me she was an orphan?”

“Oooh wow she even had to lie about her. That shows how hungry she is for our dicks.”

“Now get the fuck out of this room before we give you something that’ll make you hate your miserable orphan life even more.”

I didn’t wait.

I bowed quickly and scurried out of the room like I was being chased

My legs carried me down the hallway, but I couldn’t see clearly. The tears were too much. My eyes burned.

“Moon Goddess…” I whispered in between sobs. “Why is everything always against me?”

I didn’t even know how I made it to my room. Everything was a blur.

The moment I got in, I shut the door and crashed onto the bed—if I could even call it that..

I cried into the thin pillow, my whole body shaking.

If only my parents were alive… things would be different.

Even if I was an omega, they would’ve protected me. I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be this broken. This empty.

I cried harder, gripping the sheets.

I was tired.

So tired.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door.

I didn’t move.

“Leave me alone,” I whispered, my voice weak and filled with pain. “Just leave me…”

But the knock came again.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t care anymore.

Then, without warning, the door flew open.

I didn’t bother looking up. My head stayed buried in the mattress. My eyes shut tight.

I heard footsteps walk slowly toward me. I felt them standing close. Their shadow blocked what little light came through the crack in the old window.

Then a voice spoke.

“Were your ear blocked that you didn’t hear me when I knocked?”

I still didn’t say anything.

Why can’t they just leave me alone?

Is leaving me alone and letting me be too much to ask for? I know I’m a slave. I know I was sold like I was nothing, dragged here like an animal, and handed over like a bag of dirt. But even as a slave… don’t I deserve a moment of silence?

Can’t I cry without someone barging in?

Can’t I breathe?

Suddenly, sharp pain shot through my scalp.

“Aaah!” I screamed.

Someone had grabbed my hair and yanked me up so fast my head almost snapped backward.

“Are you deaf?!” the female screamed, her voice loud enough to shake the weak wooden walls of my room.

But this time, I didn’t just let it happen. My hands shot up, gripping her hair right back, yanking as hard as I could.

She gasped and stumbled forward, her nails still tangled in my hair as we pulled at each other, both of us screaming.

“Let go of me!” she shrieked.

“You first!” I hissed through gritted teeth, my scalp burning but my anger burning hotter.

We struggled like that, both pulling until it felt like my head would tear in two—

“Let go of her hair this very instant.”

The voice was cold,t.

The girl refused to release me, tightening her grip instead.

“Are you now deaf? Let go of her hair before you pull her scalp off!”

The pain vanished as she finally released me, and I dropped hard back onto the bed. My head hit the thin mattress, and I stayed there, breathing heavily.

My hair was sticking to my wet cheeks, my tears mixing with snot, everything itching and burning. I pushed the messy strands away from my face, using the edge of my slave cloth to wipe the tears off.

My chest was still rising fast, my whole body weak, but I forced myself to sit up slowly.

I needed to see the voice—the one who stopped her.

Standing in the room were two women.

One of them was older. Her black hair had hints of gray in it, and her face was tired but strong.

The other was the one who had dragged me—the one who attacked me like I was nothing.

She looked close to my age, maybe a year older.

Punk.” I muttered under my breathe.

The older woman glared at her.

“What made you think you could just walk into a slave’s room and start dragging her like she stole something from you?” she asked, her voice cold.

I wanted to nod along, to say “Exactly!” but I stayed quiet. I just sat on the bed, watching.

“I’m sorry,” the mean girl muttered. “I thought she was ignoring me on purpose. I got angry…”

The older woman stepped closer to her, her tone sharper now.

“And who gave you the right to get angry?” she asked. “You’re a slave too. Just like her. You don’t get to act like a guard just because you’ve been here longer.”

She shook her head, clearly disgusted.

“This will be the last time I hear something like this. Next time, you’ll be the one punished.”

The girl lowered her head, mumbled a soft “Yes ma,” and walked out of the room with her tail tucked between her legs.

Good.

I slowly stood from the bed, still rubbing my sore scalp. My legs felt weak, but I didn’t care. I needed to thank the older woman—who I assumed was the head of the slaves.

“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to delay when she called me. And thank you… thank you so much for standing up for me.”

She didn’t even look impressed.

Instead, she looked me dead in the eye and said, “Who told you I stood up for you?”

My lips parted, but no words came out.

“I came here because i needed to discuss something with you.”

“What have I done again?”