Mistreated By The Ferguson Brothers But They Want Me Back!?

The princess of the world was sleeping soundly in her bed. I was assigned to take care of her until she woke up. Honestly, I was waiting because I would apologize and get the hell out of here, fast.

Allan was seething in anger, not knowing the real reason behind Jane's GHASTLY injuries. I was fixing myself up in the corner of the room for my busted lip when both brothers approached me.

"I know I overreacted earlier. Don't take it seriously. We are heading out of the pack, we will bring you marshmallows on the way back." Bane said, his voice sober, contrasting his fuming elder brother. I shrugged my shoulders, which was apparently wrong to do according to Allan. He scoffed, shaking his head.

"If you promise not to make things difficult for Jane, only then will we get your treats. Treats for a dog like you." Allan taunted.

This was the perfect display of hot and cold. Slap with one hand and reward with the other.

I looked at the brothers towering over me. Forgetting is such a virtue for them. So convenient. They conveniently forgot that I was deathly allergic to gelatin - a main component in their 'dog treats'.

There was a time in the past when I accidentally ate oceanic gelatin from ice cream and fell incredibly sick. I was told to be put down...like a dog. But Bane and Allan didn't leave my side for two weeks of my recovery. My face was swollen and I was hard to look at. But they held my face and smiled as if my swollen, ugly face never mattered to them.

I sat by the window and savoured the cold wind. It was awfully cold today, but I had no freedom to draw a futon close and keep myself warm. I'd 'ruin Jane's precious belongings'. I didn't realize the impact of sitting in the cold breeze for hours.

"Wake up. Who told you to fall asleep?" I ripped my tired eyes open, feeling them burn.

I took a step to walk out, Jane was still asleep. But my body was quicker to give up on me than the Ferguson brothers and I fell to the ground.

It was no surprise to me when I stood back up in the cold and empty room. Jane had woken up and left me in the same position I collapsed in. I walked myself to the healers' hut.

The female healer, annoyed by the amount of times I came by yelled at me, "You're such a weakling! A rogue like you can't even have good health and you keep ending up in our hut to prioritize yourself over our other patients! Have you no shame!? You only come here to escape responsibility!"

"Please...heal me." That was the last thing I said before an IV drip was harshly injected into my vessels. I slept peacefully for three days.

After that, I had to resume my leaving process by today. There were a few empathetic omegas who understood my condition. They deserved a goodbye from me.

But it came as no surprise to me when they all were locked up in a dungeon for a 'misdemeanour', reasoned by Jane.

Well, it shouldn't matter to me anymore. If I go down to say goodbye to my loosely knit friends, I'd be locked up with them, too. They even see me as a plague for their fate, perhaps. I shouldn't have existed; it would be their curse on me.

All I needed to do was leave at the moment. The process became simpler if you ask me. But there was one person who was in the dark of all this and consequently viewed me as a person rather than a dog or a maid. The elder.

"Hello, Elder..." I walked into her chamber.

"Sit, sit! Oh, look how frail you've become." She pressed my arms and measured my strength. Although all she could feel was my weakness.

"So you're planning to marry the Hubert." She mentioned subtly.

"No other choice." I looked down and replied.

"I'd hate to see you go, Rebecca. You brought in happiness and put so many smiles." I pursed my lips into a thin line.

"I'll visit you whenever I'm allowed to, Grandma. I love you." I phrased out which moved the old woman to tears.

"Those boys of mine...they don't deserve you." I smiled. The Elder believed everyone in her pack was her child. I was just a special one, in her eyes.

"You have to forget about me, for the better." I insisted.

"I'm trying, but it's hard to even think of losing a special girl like you." She let tears drip down like droplets.

"What can I say, Grandma...? I'm special." I shrugged my shoulders, making her laugh out of joy! It was true. Mainly because she never saw how I was being treated. She was always busy with work. And after Jane came by, Grandma's work tactically increased.

I walked out of her chamber, only to bump into Allan, Bane and their little pet.

"Feeding lies to the elder again?" Bane smirked, but their faces went pale when Grandma appeared behind me.

"You two scoundrels don't deserve her. And you, you filthy little leech! You should be the one leaving, not Rebecca." Jane cowered in front of the elder, and so did the brothers.

Huffing, the elder went back and I walked past Allan. However, their spite got the best and I fell down the stairs! I hit my head, it was bleeding profusely. Upon gazing up, I realized Allan tripped me purposefully.

"You're forgetting something." Allan raced down, held me by my neck and pushed me to Jane's feet.

"Apologize! Now!" Bane barked, Jane folded her arms proudly over her chest.

I couldn't stand it anymore!

"I HATE YOU! YOU WILL PERISH AND I WILL LOOK AT YOUR GRAVE FROM ABOVE— OOMPH!"

Bane kicked my stomach, that was the last thing I could have gone through. I passed out then and there.

It wasn't long after i found myself running away from Lighnting Storm pack.

The very next day, the news of my marriage with Killian Hubert spread like wildfire across broadcast.

Expected were the furious Ferguson brothers' messages in my inbox.