*Time skip 10 years, Ashton is now 15*

That morning I woke up to ice cold water splashed onto my face. I gasped and shot up, opening my eyes to see Branden with a bucket in his hands and Caleb and Navannie. He had his arms around her waist and Navannie had her hand caressing his face. That scene was enough to make me barf. Caleb was Alpha Grayson's son, he was 2 years older than me and the future alpha. Ever since our parents died, she started wearing less clothes and opened her legs to whatever had something between their legs and Caleb was her most recent plaything.

"Ashy! Sorry for waking you from your beauty sleep but won't you be a dear and clean up the mess downstairs? Oh and when your done, make us breakfast." Said my slutty sister, her nasally voice sickly sweet. I mentally rolled my eyes but nodded anyway. I really didn't have a choice.

Being Omega meant you had to do all the dirty and basic chores like cleaning all the rooms and cooking for the pack which was hard because we had at least 150 wolves in our pack, but luckily there were 5 Omegas.

Ever since I was demoted, the pack started becoming more cruel and sadistic to those who were below them, partly because Navannie hates me (she is now 17). Now she has the power to abuse me since she's been screwing the soon to be alpha, Caleb.

As soon as they left, I dragged myself out of my scratchy bed and changed, careful to avoid the bruises and cuts that riddle my body. Inflicted by both my pack mates and myself.

The mess downstairs was appalling. The living room was totally trashed, they must've had a party. There was vomit and broken glass littered all over the floor, the couches were overturned and ripped, and the paintings were ripped and on the floor. There was also passed out wolves on the floor. I mentally groaned, this was going to suck