The Alpha's Chubby Omega

The knife glints under the dim kitchen light.

One swing.

That’s all it would take to split my throat open.

“Do it.” I whisper.

Just do it, kill me and get it over with so I can finally have peace.

“You are an abomination.” He breathes, eyes burning red, “You disgust me you fat pig. You killed your mama, maybe I should just kill you too huh?” my dad rants, swinging the knife in the air, his grip unsteady. He sways, feet wobbling as he stumbles forward.

My back hits the wall so hard a picture frame falls beside me — the last photo of my mom shattering at my feet.

“It's not my fault.” I choke out, “mom died from excess bleeding. It had nothing to do with me.” I murmur, trying to convince myself otherwise.

“It is, you were so big she bled to death all because she was trying to bring a fatto like you into this world. I wish you died instead of her.” He grits out, eyes burning red as he swings his feet forward crashing the center table.

“You are more useful to me dead, you empty waste of space.” he screams, catching himself from falling.

I stay still refusing to utter a word or even move. My eyes water as he screams, dashing out of the house with the knife in hand.

“Oh moon goddess.” I cry out, clutching my chest as sobs rake through my body.

Why? Why me? Why would you create me and put me in a world like this?

I don't know how long but I stayed pressed against the wall for the longest time, crying and wishing I was dead.

Dad is never physically abusive just verbally and sometimes I wish he would be.

I would take the pain better than the ones his words cause.

“Get up we don't have all day Eliasa, he will be back soon.” My wolf, Amelia says, her voice bringing a strange comfort I didn't know I needed.

I push my fingers down using it to weigh my body before running up to my room.

Once I am safe inside, I slide against the wall releasing a deep breath as my big sweater folds over my skin.

I can't wait to escape this hell.

All my life has been filled with my dad hating me because I am plus size and he believes I killed my mom after all I am not the normal size of other wolves.

I am weird, unusual. Several times he has tried to make me lose weight, he would starve me for days with little or no food yet it seemed like I only added more weight.

It's disgusting, I am disgusting.

My eyes trail to the mirror hanging off my wall facing me, I trail my eyes down my chubby cheeks to my folded skin because of the way I am sitting.

My arms are flappy, my thighs so thick that all I want is to rip out my flesh.

Why?

Why can't I be pretty like other girls with long hair and beautiful shape?

Why did the moon goddess curse me with such a body? Is being an omega who can't shift isn't enough?

At sixteen every wolf is expected to have their first shift including omegas and everyone did except me.

My dad starved me for days after that, cursed and blamed my weight for it once again.

“ELIASA VANDAL, BRING YOUR FAT BEHIND HERE NOW!” I flinch at how loud his voice is.

“What now?” I groan, pushing myself to my feet as I drag my eyes away from my despicable body.

“Your body carries so much more than you will ever know Eliasa.” Amelia says, causing me to roll my eyes.

Even though I couldn't shift, my wolf is always talking non stop in my head. It's the only thing that doesn't make me believe when everyone else mocks me for being wolfless.

“You have a stupid mail. Who even knows you?” he grumbles, plopping down on the couch more sober than he was minutes ago.

One of the advantages of being a wolf, you don't stay drunk for long.

I don't respond, just pick up the letter with my heart thudding loudly in my chest before scurrying up the stairs back to my room.

My fingers waste no time in ripping the pack open, eyes widening as I look at the words.

GOLDEN THRONE ACADEMY

We are delighted to inform you that you have passed the scholarship program to be a part of our academy…

The remaining words blur as tears run down my eyes, a breathy laugh escaping my lips as I press the letter back to my chest.

I did it.

I made it.

Finally, my dream is coming to pass.

Golden Throne Academy is the best academy that only takes Alphas and Betas but every year there is an annual scholarship exam which I applied to.

I did really terribly but I prayed that the moon goddess would intervene because the Golden Throne was the only chance I had to escape.

If I went there, I would learn to shift properly and do my darn well to be the best. I may even find my mate and he would love me.

I won't have to come back to this dump ever again.

For the first time in years I let out a loud breath, everything is going to be okay now.

Without wasting any more time, I shuffle about packing my stuff before dragging them down.

The earlier I leave, the better.

“Where are you going?” Dad asks, raising his eyebrow at my bag before turning his eyes back to the TV.

“I got into the academy. Golden Throne.”, I tell him, holding my breath.

“What would such an elite school want with a fatto like you? Well, I don't care, just don't come crawling back.” he grits, tipping back a bottle of beer I hadn't noticed.

A bile rises up in my throat and all I wanted to do was throw up, tears stings my eyes but I push them back refusing to cry.

Knowing better, I turn without a word and walk out of the house only stopping when I am across the street.

“I’m free,” I whisper, and for the first time in my life, hope feels real.

But something is wrong, Amelia is quiet. Too quiet.

“Amelia?” I ask softly.

No response.

A strange feeling crawls up my spine as I turn sharp blinding lights.

A cry rips from my mouth as lights blind my vision.

Tires screeches behind me.

Too fast

Too close.

Something slams into me from behind, the world tilts as my body hits the asphalt hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.

Pain splits through my skull as my head cracks against the ground, darkness creeps in at the edges

of my vision as the sound of boot echoes.

A shadow looms over me.

“Got her.” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes blank