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This time he wasn’t floating on clouds. The ground was cold and hard, and the room was dark as he sat up taking in his surroundings. The only furniture in the room was a combined toilet and sink while the only light came from a small slit in the door. He was still dressed in the same fancy clothes from earlier which were covered in dust from the floor. He assumed he was still inside the mansion and grew sad. He’d hoped that they would kick him out. His thoughts were interrupted by voices coming from the hall.
“He has done nothing but humiliate you! Send that omega back to the slums immediately!”
“Do not speak for me, father. I decide whether or not to send him back.”
“You are my son! And you are in no position to speak back to me, you are not Head Alpha yet!”
“No, I am not. However, I am on my way, so why not think of this as a training opportunity for me? Allow me to put this disobedient omega in his place? Punish him so that he never steps out of line again?”
Daza heard silence followed by a sigh, “Fine. I will concede this time, but if you allow that omega to tarnish the reputation of the Wolf Council again, I will make sure that you will never succeed me.”
There was the sound of furious footsteps fading away then light flooded into the room from the hall. His eyes landed on the dark green-eyed alpha from earlier who stared at him sternly as he stood over the sitting omega. He watched the alpha’s eyes roam over him before his face crinkled in disgust. The dark green-eyed wolf sighed, “I don’t even want a mate.”
Daza scoffed, “I thought that I was making this easy for you. Just send me home.”
The alpha glared, “Did I tell you to speak? Either way, I can’t send you home yet. Not without punishment.”
Daza rolled his eyes at the big-headed alpha, “I think that going back to live in the Omega Slums is punishment enough. Not that a spoiled brat like you would know anything about that.”
Daza barely registered the slap that crossed his face. He looked back in shock.
“I think that I have the perfect punishment for you,” he turned to walk away, “Also, do not worry about your participation in the courting, neither myself nor any of my friends would ever want to court a piece of trash like you.”
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The room was engulfed in dark, teary silence once the alpha left. Emyl came to pick him up from the dungeon, and Daza didn’t miss the small trace of disgust on his face from the sight of Daza’s gross state. The two went back to the bedroom where Emyl ordered him to wash the tears and snot from his face while he retrieved a new set of clothes for him. This time he was dressed in a simple white, long-sleeved t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers. No makeup was applied in case he cried again, or as Emyl put it, “In case you decide to cause trouble again.”
“Right now, it is 1:30. Lunch ends at 2 o’ clock, so you still have time to make it before everything is either eaten or put away. I will lead you to the dining hall, so follow me.”
Daza followed Emyl obediently out of the bedroom. The delta guards from earlier were back once again, staring at him more coldly than before. The two walked through the winding, wide gray hallways stopping at another large black door like one leading to the meeting hall. A pair of intimidating looking betas standing guard open the door for the two of them as Emyl led him inside. There were long tables set up in rows for the thirty contestants while the council members and their pups ate at a round table on top of a raised platform. Daza glanced to the left noticing the buffet style area setup for the contestants. His eyes shifted back to the platform where he could see servants coming and going for the council members.
Emyl gestured back to the buffet, “I suggest that you hurry and eat before time is up.”
Daza headed over to the buffet. There wasn’t much left as it was the end of lunch, but Daza grabbed a few of the leftover pieces of meat, some grass noodles, and hardening chewy bone cakes before heading to find a seat. He glanced around trying to find an empty seat amongst the crowd and spotted a seat in the corner. He was walking when he suddenly found himself face first in his food on the floor. He growled low trying to rein in his anger and frustrated tears as he pulled himself up intending to round on whoever it was that tripped him. Rubbing at his face, his dark brown eyes locked onto a pair of mischievous muted purple ones.
“Oh sorry, didn’t see you walking there.”
Laughter sounded throughout the room, and Daza flashed his fangs in annoyance. The purple eyed omega spoke up once more, “Ooo, scary! What are you going to do? Vomit on me? But then again, I guess that’s what you would expect from an omega from District 4.”
The laughter sounded again louder this time. Daza rolled his eyes refusing to play into the purpled eyed piece of crap’s game as he bent down to pick up his tray and tumbled food. He felt a kick to his back, “Hey! Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you! It’s rude omegas like you that give us higher ranked omegas a bad name!”
Daza pushed the other omega’s foot from his back, stood, and attempted to make his way over to the dish disposal area when he was grabbed by the shoulder. He rounded on the other omega, “What the heck is your problem?!”
“You are! You’re an embarrassment to the courting, vomiting on the Head Alpha’s son! It’s a surprise that they even let you come back and show your face here much less enjoy their food. Most of the omegas here are from District 3 or higher. Trash like you doesn’t belong here!”
That’s it. Daza couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a loud growl and swung the tray across the other omega’s jaw with enough force to knock him to the ground. Gasps sounded throughout the dining hall along with another loud cry for the guards. Daza couldn’t hear any of it as he glared triumphantly at the blood running from the purple eyed omega’s nose and mouth who was staring at him in shock, “Not only are you from the slums, but you act like it, too!”
Daza let out a laugh as pairs of strong arms wrapped around each of his own, “I may be a violent piece of trash from the slums, but at least I’m not a prick!”
Daza took in the horrified faces of the other wolves around him as he was dragged from the hall. As the doors closed in front of him, dark brown locked once again on an intense dark green. Daza smirked, well at least I’m awake this time.