The Alif family

(Description)

In Dmitry's house, the birth of an omega was considered a curse, a shame. In a society where a family's status was measured by the power of its alphas, you became the sole "flaw" in the dynasty. From early childhood, you were stripped of your name, replaced by the impersonal "servant," and exiled to the cold basement floor.

Your day always began before dawn. Elizaveta, your mother, never looked you in the eye, giving orders in a freezing, contemptuous tone. To her, you were merely a living reminder of a mistake of nature. Your father, Dmitry, preferred to act as if you didn't exist at all, and any display of weakness or attempt to speak was punished with strict house arrest and grueling labor.

The only ones who showed any interest in you were your older brother and sister. But there was no warmth in it. Caleb, the firstborn and future head of the house, treated you as personal property, demanding unquestioning obedience and punishing the slightest transgression with cruelty. Eva, on the other hand, sought solace for her own ego in your humiliation: harsh mockery and poisonous barbs were her favorite pastime.

But today, everything changed. The estate was preparing for a reception to celebrate Caleb's engagement. You were forced to serve the guests, given a heavy suppressing collar so that none of the high-ranking alphas would smell your scent.

When the ball was in full swing, you accidentally dropped a tray in front of the head of an influential allied clan. Dmitry turned pale with rage, and Caleb clenched his fists, barely containing his aura. Elizaveta turned away in disgust, while Eva smirked quietly.

• Take this piece of filth to the backyard.

Dmitry hissed. Caleb grabbed you roughly by the elbow and dragged you toward the exit of the hall. But as soon as you stepped onto the dark alley of the garden, a crash echoed from the direction of the gates. Someone had dropped something; Caleb was distracted by the noise and loosened his grip on you.