BUT I AM JUST AN UNWORTHY OMEGA" AMIRA''S POV


    I woke up to the sight of candle lights around me. From the poignant smell, and the stiff air within the room, I could tell I had been taken to the healing bay. It was a small shed which was meant for taking care of the badly wounded. I was alone in the room, the row of beds whichy ahead of me to my right were all empty, I liked around the windowless room. Nothing except the smell of python oil triggered the feeling of repulsion around me. I had not had anything to eat all day, but still, I had a feeling, I was going to empty my meal from the previous day all over the ce.


    The iron door rattled, and I suddenly became scared, my chest beat violently within me, as I sought for a ce to hide. This ce was essible to anyone, even the soldiers. I became afraid that someone might try to hurt me again. I tried to stand but almost fell the moment I did, I was still too weak to move by myself. The door plunged open and I had no where else to go, only fear stood between me and the open door, or maybe it was death, I had no idea. Until I saw Alpha Christian push through the small open door space. I let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time I cowered in fear. I knew he would not hurt me, but I still did not know how to hold my face up on his presence.


    It took alot of courage to still sit still as he approached me, holding the tray of food in his hand. I was beyond surprised to find him with a tray of food.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    He walked up to me, but with a cid look on his face. I had never really seen him smile, I had never really seen him happy. Except... except that one time when he made love to me in the armoury.


    He had seemed content, and even after that, he had held me so lovingly in his arms that it was hard to figure out what was actually running through his mind. I had never for the life of me imagined that something like that would have taken ce between us.


    Even now when he looked up at me, there was hurt in his eyes. I knew I did not look as beautiful with my bruised lips and swollen left eye. There was still that throbbing there which made me feel like it was swollen and every movement was an invitation of pain.


    I winced as the door banged shut. He also winced with me, it was strange, it was almost as though he felt my pain. Or perhaps, it actually did hurt him to see me hurt.


    "How are you feeling?" He asked when he had taken a seat on the bed beside me. I hugged my knees up protectively around myself as I stared up at him. Was I his prisoner? Or was I something else? What was really happening between us? "You don''t have to be afraid of me" he said I''m a tone that was calm, yet a frown passed across his face. As though, he was hurt that I had even thought he would harm me.


    "I am sorry for what... for what happened. I wished I had been there earlier on, then you would not be in this condition" he said to me.


    "Here, I brought you food" he said and opened up the tes of food which were in the tray. There two t wooden tes which had been covered with wooden bowls. It was strange because those only existed within the healing bay, which only meant that he...


    "Did you cook?" I asked in a hoarse voice that hurt my throat. It was low but, still, I managed to get the words out. And he still heard me.


    Heughed a bit, and that was the first time I had ever seen him smile. My eyes searched his face, as a frown of confusionced over my face.


    "Yes, I did. I found a deer out in the woods and caught it. I prepared soup for you. Don''t worry, I made it myself, so you do not have to worry about being poisoned, and I can eat take a bite or two myself to prove that to you" he replied Just like he had said, he took two spoons of the soup, and two chunks of the meat, and chewed them excitedly, as though, they actually did taste delicious.


    I smiled, and took the tray from him. With shaky hands, I ced them on myp, because I had been extremely hungry. I felt like I had not eaten in forever.


    My stomach hurt badly, and it felt like there was a stomp in my belly that just wanted to be satisfactorily fed. Without thinking twice, or stopping to savour the taste, I drank the two tes of soup whichid in front of me.


    He put two tablets of aspirin in my hand and gave me a cup of water, which I swallowed without hesitation because every part of my body hurt badly.


    I turned to him with shy eyes because of my udylike behavior towards the food. But he did not look at em with distaste or anger, instead he looked at me with something akin to admiration.


    "Why are you doing all these for me?" I asked with a less hoarse voice. The soup and water had helped open up my throat, and freed my vocal cords from the rustiness which ahd been its previous state. "Do I have to even spell it out?" He asked looking at me intensely. His gaze unwavering, and hurt.


    There was something in his eyes that said I was supposed to know the answer to my own question. I turned my gaze away from his burning stare, it bored into me as though trying to pierce my very soul. "I... but I am just an unworthy Omega" I stated inly, looking at my palms.


    "You are not an unworthy Omega, you are My Omega! And you don''t have to ever forget that. Do you understand me?" He said in a tone that made me worried I had made him angry.


    "I am sorry I upset you" I said lowering my eyes.


    He ced his hand under my chin and scolded me.


    "No! Don''t ever be sorry about anything. Not if it is not worthy of an apology. Aren''t you tired of being sorry, Amira?" He asked with such intensity that showed he was furious at my demeanor, at the fact that I was weak.


    "You are not a weakling. You are Mine, mine Amira, and that alone should make you strong" what did he even mean by I was his? I had never belonged to anyone or anywhere, but here he wasying ims to my very existence. "How am I yours, Master? I am just a ve, and I have nothing to offer anyone. I am cursed, never to belong, and never to be loved. I was rejected by two mates already. I am cursed, for the world to trample on" I replied fiercely, yet with a sadness that could not be exined.


    His silence told me I was right, and even he could not argue with that fact.