Rumours

CHAPTER 4

Words spreaded words than the air.

When I stepped into school, knowing gazes were pinned on me. Some of them were filled with pity some other cascaded digust.

I ignored all.

It was already part of a lifestyle of mine, like a daily routine.

I watched their lips moved with words as their gazes lingered on me and I knew they were gossiping about.

Though, they were whispering but I always heard a few if not all. Curse the sensitive hearing give to us as wolves!

One of them said I would be better off as a sex slave and not just a slave. I was angry, I wanted to turn around and punch him in his teeth but then, I had remembered vividly when I did that I ended up with a suspension and almost got expelled.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

My head chanted.

Ignore the ones at school and at work. Ignore until you have mastered it as an habit. It should be daily mantra. Ignoring.

Gilead's smile and welcoming hug spread a little smile on my face since the beginning of the day. Lately, I had acknowledged her that needed when I realized she was the only one that kept me sane. The only one that still loved me regardless my position as an omega.

Work was sluggish today. Or maybe I was the sluggish one.

I was grateful Mrs Dalton wasn't around today or she would have fired me on thw numerous absent-minded mistakes I made today.

I gave a customer a overfull cup of coffee, mixed customers orded with each other, served customers the wrong drink.

Usually I wasn't like this but, what had clouded my mind made me loose concentration.

I didn't feel like working. I could have easily called in sick by showing Mrs Dalton the bruises on my skin but then again, it was the only thing to keep me out of my thought. To keep me from running mad.

Maybe being a rogue would have being so much better than this shitty sorry life Iived. Should I run away?

When it was my break time, I quickly rushed into the changing room and discarded the apron that smelled of all kinds of ingredients to the chair.

Burying my head in between my hands clutched tight in my hair.

I jumped and gasped when I felt a hand on my shoulder but, it was only Gilead.

Gilead invited herself to sit next to me and watched my face.

She knew I wasn't alright.

"Listen, I know its hard being an omega here but, you just have to put up with it. No condition is permanent, remember? My mom was once a rogue and got saved by my dad when she almost got killed by his pack members."

I raised my brow at her.

"I know right. It sounds like something straight out of a novel."

Her laugh echoed through the changing room and I followed suit. An employer walked in and threw us a weird look, grabbed his work uniform and tshirt and was out in wide strides.

I gazed at Gilead.

"Do we look like we are screwing?"

Gilead's perfect full lips quirked as she asked.

My laugh made my body move in vibration. A strange, foreign feeling. When last had I known what this felt like?

"Definitely."

I responded after a long pause. And another long pause.

"I'm getting sold as a slave, Gil. My pack plans to sell me."

There was a crack in my voice and I hoped they wouldn't come but, the tears were somehow back.

"And my sad excuse of a father refused to give a shit about it."

Tears blurred my mission and it failed me to read the expression Gilead had on.

"Why?!"

Her voice was high-pitched and I could imagine the customers hearing it from where they sat. I shushed her and looked towards the door like someone would enter and demand why we were lousy.

"Why would they do that? What set of sick fucks are in your pack?"

I nodded my head in agreement.

Bastard sick fuck and my dad was their head making him a Head Of Bastard Sick Fucks.

"Every five years, they do that. And I hope my dad would spare me this time because, well, I was supposed to be his fucking daughter."

My head was casted down, embarrassed to look at her, to know what kind of look she would give me now that she knew I was going to be a slave.

"Sold to who?!"

Her sharp voice demanded.

"The Alpha King."

I felt the need to respond immediately because some stupid part in my head told me she could be of help. Could she?

Her face dropped and disappointment took over her expression.

Of course not.

After another long silent between both of us - just the wheezing sound of the AC hanging above my head - Gilead's face lit up and she was turning to me, grabbing my palms.

"I could help you talk to my dad. He is close to the Alpha King. He might convince him not to buy you again."

My face also lit up like the beaming sunshine in summer after winter.

"Really?!" My shrill scream bounced out of my mouth through the changing room and even Gilead had to squirm from the noise. I clasped my mouth shut with my hand and Gilead burst into laughter.

"Anything for you. I'd go home this night and talk to him."

My eyes water with tears of joy as those words settled in me.

"Thank you so much."

Honestly, I wished I could do more than a thank you. Why haven't I ever though of it?

Her dad was an Alpha, he could talk to my dad and they'd come to an agreement. But then, it was better she offered first, I would be a selfish bitch to make the offer first.

That night, when I got home, my inside bubbled with joy and I almost wanted to talk to the rest of the omega about it but, I quickly decided against it.

Gilead had probably not talked to her dad yet. I shouldn't jump into conclusion.

There was no doubt that my suffering here could continue if I stay and don't get sold as a slave but at least it was better than being a slave in an unknown pack territory.

I woke up the next morning with a smile spread across my first, for the first time.

I didn't remain in bed to analyze how shitty my day was going to turn out. Xavier noticed my happiness that morning and when he asked, I told him we were finally going to buy the Crispy chicken stir fry he had always craved and pestered me to buy - I was planning to buy it once I confirmed the news from Gilead that we were no longer getting sold as a slave - it cost half of my pay at the restaurant but, I don't care.

School was fun, too. A girl from another pack approached me and I almost thought she was one of my pack bully going to spill shit about how I deserved getting sold but instead, she extended her hands to me, introduced herself and invited me to her choir group.

I was shocked that Ieft my mouth hanging open until I saw her disappear into the hall, out of sight.

Maybe Moon Goddess finally had my prayers and all the prayers I had prayed in ten years of my life was finally being answered in a day.

Immediately I got to the restaurant, Gilead dragged me to the changing room and my excitement skyrocketed. I guess she couldn't wait to share the good news but then I saw the deep frown on her face and my smile turned into a frown in a split second.

"Look, I talked to my dad about it and he agreed..." Her head was dropped low, refusing to meet my gaze.

Oh, this is not good.

"He met up with the Alpha King as promised but… "

But?

My heart hammered against my chest.

"Alpha King re-re-refused."

Disappointment surged through my entire being but, she looked like she wasn't done. More was still coming. More doom.

"A-And, I don't know how he did it but, the Alpha King changed his mind and demand that only you get sold to him as his slave. And-And, he is no longer coming to get you by the end of the month. He is coming to get you t-tomorrow."

My head spinned at that information that was just dumped on me. I froze on the spot, my mouth hung open in the air.

What?

I was going to become Alpha King slave as from tomorrow??