Theresa’s POV

I was nothing.

I was a worthless omega, treated like trash by everyone around me. A person who was mocked or exploited whenever the powerful wanted to amuse themselves. I quickly learnt to stay hidden, move silently, and endure cruelty as if it were my fault.

That was my life. That was the only life I could ever hope for.

I believed I had come to terms with my fate. I'd grown accustomed to my life.

But today was different.

I didn't do it then, but this day would mark a turning point in my life.

As I opened my eyes, I heard the faint movements and murmurs of others. The walls were thin, so I could listen to the others preparing for the day. I wrapped the blanket around me, trying to keep the chill away. A thin morning light peeked in through the window's small opening.

I slipped into my plain black dress, the uniform of every omega. I struggled to lace my boots as I realized the day's significance—it was my eighteenth birthday.

It didn't hold any importance.

Omegas didn't get celebrations: no celebrations, presents, happiness, or joy.

Today was the day I would meet my mate.

I understood the rules with Alphas, we were weak, not worthy of someone like Simon or Raffaele—another omega, another insignificant person—who would be my match. That was how it had always been.

I pushed the thought aside and made my way to the kitchen. Every omega in the room was busy cooking and preparing food for the pack. I picked up a knife and began slicing fruit, hoping to avoid Livia's gaze.

"Move faster, useless omega."

A sharp voice came from behind.

I stiffened and glanced sideways. Livia smirked at me, her arms folded across her chest.

Livia was Beta's daughter, future Luna.

She possessed qualities I lacked: strength, self-assurance, and beauty and she hated me.

Always had.

"Yes, Livia," I murmured, lowering my eyes.

Her smile grew wider. She moved nearer and took a piece of fruit as if I were nothing more than a servant.

You're looking particularly unattractive this morning and trying to disguise your hideous appearance?

I swallowed hard. "I'm working."

She chuckled, her voice filled with contempt. Omegas are only valid for menial tasks.

My grip tightened so hard that my knuckles turned pale. I kept my silence, knowing that any response would only escalate the situation.

She moved closer and whispered in my ear. I sometimes pity the poor soul who ends up with you as a partner. I can't even bear to look at myself in the mirror. What a nightmare."

My heart ached, but I held my tongue. This was her game. She loved it.

She took one last look at me before tossing her hair and walking away. ". The triplets are on their way. They expect perfection."

The triplets.

Dominic, Luca, and Megal, Future Alphas.

She was mean, but they took it to a whole new level.

They treated me like I was nothing more than an object. I was the target of their ridicule and abuse—a tool to be used and discarded.

I believed that they would eventually stop bothering me, but no It got worse.

The doors opened and everything shifted. I could sense their presence without even turning around.

The room hushed.

They entered the room with an air of authority, as if royalty were taking possession of their kingdom.

Dominic took the lead position, with a piercing gaze and an unreadable expression. He was the most serious and the most attractive of the three. His hair was slicked back, and his shirt hugged his muscular frame.

Luca stood next to him, his lips curled into a mischievous grin. He was reckless and wild, and his unkempt hair and mischievous gaze revealed no trace of kindness.

Megal came last, his silence only making him more threatening. His eyes scanned the room with a calculating stare.

They were perfect.

Untouchable.

And they knew it.

I bent over my work, finishing quickly so they would ignore me.

I've always been unlucky.

"Well, well," Luca's voice drawled. My stomach twisted. "Look what we have here."

I froze.

Suddenly, a firm hand pulled me toward the front of the room. The knife fell from my hand and hit the counter with a loud clang.

Luca's smirk grew. "Quiet today, omega? No smart remarks?"

I shook my head fast. "No, Alpha."

He chuckled and pushed me away. "Good girl. I wouldn't want to make you remember your lowly status.

The room was silent. No one moved.

Dominic folded his arms and stared at me as if I were nothing.

"Careful with the food. We wouldn't want you to spoil our meal with your filthy hands.

I felt my face grow hot, but I kept my mouth shut.

Livia chuckled and moved closer to Dominic, touching his arm with her hand.

"She's fortunate just to be allowed to touch your food," Livia smiled

Luca grinned wider. I guess she should try a bite to ensure it's safe. "Make sure it's not poisoned."

My hands balled into fists, but I remained still.

This was their game, they were trying to humiliate me and make me feel inferior.

Megal studied me with an expression that held a secret I couldn't fathom. Then he smirked.

"Go on, omega. Take a bite."

My stomach twisted.

I reached for a plate and carefully picked up a piece of toast. I lifted the toast to my mouth and took a small bite.

They waited.

I took a small bite and forced myself to swallow.

Luca laughed. "See? Not poisoned."

Livia smirked. "What a relief."

They dismissed me with a shrug, as if I were invisible.

I exhaled slowly. My hands shook.

It was simply another day more of the same.