The Alpha King's Reject

Chapter one: "Omega"

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Don't get me wrong an omega job isn't the most ideal pack positions.

We do cleaning, cooking and basically anything involving maintaining the pack house. We also accustom our guests to our finest; and do research upon the human activities. So you could say it was pretty much a handful job.

We don't get beaten nor degraded. All those stories about omegas treated like shit are just folks tail. I mean, yes, we're not the most honorable and respected position in the pack, but we do contribute.

Frankly, from the crisis nowadays any position in the pack would be gladly taken. We know being a roque would practically be like signing a death wish. And getting into another pack wouldn't be a guarantee.

Packs provide us security and resources. Despite the handful of struggles, we're still lucky enough to be in a pack,even as an omega.

That's the main reason for why many of us stay.

I mean, even I have doubts that maybe-

"Sophia can you stop writing at that bloody diary of yours. The alpha needs you to escort Lady Amelia to his chambers." I quickly sat up from my bed, swiftly hiding the journal underneath my pillow as I did, and looked straight at fury green eyes staring right back at me.

"Yes ma'am." I said, before walking over to the dining room with a tray of tea and biscuits in my hand.

You're probably wondering as to why I act so formal. To be blunt, I'm one of the lucky omegas of the royal family. Actually my whole lineage was destined to be an omega. My great-grandparents, parents you get the point. It's sort of like an unbreakable contract, unless of course our family cannot produce anymore descendants. Which I very much plan on doing. As a kid I was already trained to be the 'prefect omega' as you call it. It's sort of depressing to think of, but I guess I've never really questioned it. It's always been my whole life, my family we've always lived the same cycle.

I've always wanted to be free, to be different. I knew if I told my parents I'd probably be shunned upon. To them, our whole family being an omega is a blessing. To me, it was more of a curse.

I opened the back kitchen door with my free hand, keeping the tray balanced as I walked into the main door. The main door led to the pack dining room.

I looked over the room to find a woman crossed legged sitting in the king's dining chair. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Her blonde curls cascaded down her back, her tanned skin gave her a glow as her velvet mermaid gown defined her curves.

I felt a tinge of jealousy as I looked at the goddess sitting in front of me.

"Lady, Amelia?" I questioned, holding the tray in the both of my hands.

"What do you want?" She snapped. I moved a step back, balancing the tray as I hid my face.

"I was t-told to e-escort you to King Alexander, miss." I said quietly.

She muttered a few disses regarding who works here, before nodding her head.
"Then take me to him." She stood up, putting back her award winning smile, following me as I led her to the king's room.

Must be another of the king's flings, I thought.

After I few rounds around the castle we finally stopped at the biggest bedroom,the king's room. I stood a few steps back knowing my limits. It was forbidden to enter the king's room uninvited.

Lady Amelia fixed her hair, as she hiked up her dress revealing more of her exposed leg before strutting her way into the room.

I put the tea tray on front of a table by the king's room. Before walking back to my mothers room.