THE REJECTED LUNA

Tyler if you don’t get your fat ass down here, so help me god I will have to drag you crying and screaming.”
Tyler’s perspective
Getting up quickly, I check the time and notice that it is eight in the morning.
I slept in for over three hours, so I must have forgotten to set my alarm.
Because yesterday was the anniversary of the Luna and my mother’s deaths, the beating I received that day was far harsher than any other.
If I don’t quickly prepare them all breakfast, it will get worse.
I’m sorry, but I have to go prepare breakfast for the pack.
It’s a shame that the elderly, parents, and their children are unable to prepare their own food.
The Alpha family and a few Omegas used the pack home mostly as a slave quarter.
Everyone was correct as I turned to look in the mirror and winced at my own reflection.
I looked like the same obese, unattractive girl that everyone said I was.
I’ve been staring at the same sad young child for virtually my whole life.