WEAK OMEGA: Loved by an Alpha King

CHAPTER 1.

-LILITH-

“Lilith!!!”

I jerked up, gasping for breath as the cold water splashed on my face and every part of my body.

I sat on the floor mat, moving my hair behind my ears. I looked up at my furious step mother.

“Get up you wretched bloody pig”

I rose to my knees, bowing my head because I dare not stare at my step mother's face for too long or, it's going to earn me more punishment.

“How dare you think you can take a nap by this time of the day? Do you think this is a fun house where you get to nap whenever you like?”

I shivered in fear at my step mother's thunderous voice.

“Who's going to do the chores uh? The jars are empty, the utensils are dirty. Do you expect your sister to do that?”

I shook my head negatively.

My step mother yanked my hair roughly to the back. I fought to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes.

“Listen and listen real good you brat. Do not forget that you are nothing but a lowlife. You do the chores and bow to our feet. Today, Seraphina's groom will be coming over and there should be no mistakes, do you get that?”

I nodded but my hair was pulled harder.

“Use your words you ingrate”

“Yes, yes”

My voice was barely audible. As soon as my hair was freed, I rushed out of the store room, down the staircase and straight to the kitchen where the pile of dishes were.

Without wasting any more time, I went down to washing the dishes and crying.

I could hear my wolf sulking and that hurt me even more.

All I wanted was to get a little rest, just a little.

My body feels sore, my head banging like it's about to fall off my neck and my eyes heavy from all the crying.

That didn't exclude my palms that's filled with scalds and burns. And my body is a museum of scars of all kinds.

I'm nothing so close to being beautiful. Absolutely nothing. My life is void and empty, just filled with the bad memories of my family.

My half sister, Seraphina, carries herself like a goddess and torments me at every given chance.

Not to talk of my step mother, whose constant torture and abuse is like a sword that always strikes right through me.

Sometimes, I wished to be dead than endure so much abuse from my family.

Speaking about death, it's so unfair that it snatched my father, leaving me to suffer and slave about.

If my father was still alive, I would not be a slave in my birth place. He never would have allowed such abuse.

“Lilith, Serve the drinks”

As if being controlled by a remote, I hastily wiped my hands, took the drinks in a tray and went out to start serving.

The guests were starting to arrive and as