Luna Sofia: The omega Rise To Power

Sofia's Point of View

Listen to me, you omega! The next time you try to disrespect me I'll make sure you regret it. You're nothing in this pack. Nobody wants you, and you're not important. Even your own family despises you. They mocked me...and one of them says, your father sees you as a disappointment. A strong beta bloodline like his, only to end up having an omega for a daughter.You’re nothing but a disgrace to his bloodline.

A warrior pushed me back, my back hitting the wall. They laughed, and another stepped on my leg before walking out.

I've been used to this my whole life. Born from a betaline, ended up an omega. I struggled to stand, bruised and sore.

But... two days. Two days, and I'll be out of this backhouse, moving to the house my late grandma left me. The agreement was clear, Once Sofia turns eighteen she’s to have access to everything her grandma left for her and be free of her duties the Alpha had declared it, eight years ago.

Two days. Forty-eight hours.

As they laughed and walked out of the laundry room, I dragged myself up. I wasn't healing from the torture and beating from Vanessa and her friends yesterday, and now another injury today. I limped down the back corridor, heading to my small room... I saw my father standing in the hallway, giving me that look of disappointment, anger, disgust. Because I'd brought nothing but shame to his bloodline.

My parents had always been angry... My sister was born a beta. strong, beautiful, and powerful like every, beta female should be. But me... fragile, weak, and an omega. Ever since they detected it when I was five, my father's shown nothing but hate. They expected a boy, but got a weak omega girl instead.

My grandmother took me in, trained me, loved me till she died when I was eleven. When I got to where my father was standing, he said, "Sofia, you've done nothing but bring disgrace. Because of you, those warriors insult our family name. Can't you try to stand up for yourself?

I bent my head. "Father, you know I can't fight back..."

He cut me off. "Just go to your room. Clean up. You look like a mess."

He walked out. I headed to the small storage room at the end of the back house, my space since I was brought back here at eleven. An omega's life in the pack is better than mine,I’m more of a slave. I do the cooking; the omegas do little. I do most of the hard work.

After I finished cleaning up my body and dressing my wound, I headed downstairs to prep dinner. I'm the only one who makes breakfast and dinner; the other omegas just serve. I headed to the kitchen and started prepping for dinner. After a few hours, I was done making dinner – spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread for the pack.

After the omegas entered the kitchen to serve dinner, I headed back to my room to lie down and wait for them to finish. That way, I could go back to the kitchen, clean the dishes, and scrape leftovers. I don't eat fresh food in the house or eat when I'm cooking. Whatever the pack members leave on the plate, I'll scrape together and eat. That'll probably be my meal for the day.

About two hours later, I knew they'd finished eating. I headed downstairs, cleaned the dining table, packed all the dishes to the kitchen, and scraped the remaining leftovers on the plates. I cleaned up the kitchen, made sure everything was tidy. I took the plate of food I'd managed to scrape and sat down on the kitchen floor to eat. My stomach grumbled as I put the first bite in my mouth. This was my first meal of the day. I wasn't lucky with breakfast; the warriors had eaten everything in the morning. I try to enjoy it because I have no idea when I'd eat again.

After I was done eating, I cleaned the plate and headed upstairs to my room to sleep. Going up, I bumped into my sister Vanessa, the precious daughter of the family. "Wow, if it's not the omega," she said. "It's a good thing I met you. Go to my room and pick the dress I kept on the bed. Iron it for me. I'll be wearing it to school tomorrow. And there should be no mistake. If I come back from the party tonight, I want to see that dress ironed."

She pushed me out of the way and left. I went to her room to pick up the dress to iron. I met my mother. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm here to pick up Vanessa's dress to iron ," I said. She said, "Hurry up and get out of my sight. I don't want to see you."

I left, ironed the dress, took it back to her room, and retired for the night. Hoping tomorrow'll get better... but I know it's just wishful thinking. My life's always been like this hell and painful. I want to be strong till my eighteenth birthday. two day to go.

Vanessa’s pov:

 I can’t  believe she’s actually my sister. I couldn’t stand the sight of her.

Making her iron my clothes was the perfect trap I had set for her. Being the naive little fool she was, she would definitely fall for it. And when she did, I’d have the perfect excuse to punish her again and make her suffer even more. Why not? She deserved it.

I picked up my phone and dialed Tiffany and Tracy. “Where are you guys? Hurry up. We’re supposed to go to the party together.”

Tiffany answered, sounding a little out of breath. “We’re already on our way to you. We’ll drive together.”

I waited, tapping my foot impatiently. After almost twenty minutes, I was fuming. When they finally pulled up, I didn’t even let them speak first.

“Oh my God, you two just wasted my time,” I snapped.

They both started apologizing at the same time, but I shut them down immediately. “Save it. I hate when people make stupid mistakes and then think sorry fixes everything.”

We got into the car and headed toward the party. It was being held outside the Blackwood Territory, it's full of young people looking to have fun away from their parents’ eyes.

While we were driving, I told Tiffany and Tracy about my new plan to get Sofia punished again.

Tiffany turned from the front seat and frowned. “Vanessa, I don’t think she’s even healed from the last punishment yet. Maybe we should ease up a little.”

I shot her a sharp glare. “Excuse me? Are you trying to tell me how to treat my sister now?”

“I’m not,” she said quickly. “It’s just… the last time you had that guard torture her with wolfsbane, she was in really bad shape. I don’t think she’s recovered yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter if she’s healed or not. I want her to suffer more. That’s the whole point.”

Tiffany sighed. “I just don’t get why you hate Sofia so much. She’s literally your sister. No one in your family has ever really cared about her. Your father doesn’t even pay attention to her — all the focus is on you. So why keep torturing her?”

I smirked and looked out the window. “There are things you two wouldn’t understand. And about my father not caring about her… you’d be surprised.”

We finally arrived at the party. Music was blasting and the place was already crowded. I stepped out of the car laughing with the girls, but my eyes were scanning the crowd. It had been way too long since I got properly f*ck*d. Ever since Damian  left for training, no one had given me what I needed.

I kept looking until my eyes landed on Matthew. Tall, built, and exactly the kind of guy who could handle me. Perfect.

I walked straight up to him with a confident smile. He looked me up and down, clearly pleased.

“Wow,” he said. “Vanessa. Looking s*xy as always.”

“You can say that again,” I replied, flipping my hair.

“I didn’t think the Beta would let you come to this kind of party,” he added.

I laughed.  My father doesn’t know.”

We talked for a bit, drank a couple of drinks, and then I leaned closer to him.

“I actually have a little job for you,” I said.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “What kind of job?”

I smiled sweetly. “I want you to teach  Sofia a lesson.  Mess with her head. Give her the worst time of her life.”

He stared at me like I was crazy. “You want me to do that to your own sister?”

“Don’t ever call that omega my sister again,” I said coldly. “It’s an insult. So… are you in or not?”

He smirked. “What’s in it for me?”

I stepped closer, pressing my body against his. “Whatever you want.”

He whispered in my ear, “There’s a spare room upstairs. Let’s not waste time.”

We barely made it inside the room before he was all over me. He yanked my dress off roughly, kissed me hard, almost biting my lips. Within seconds, he had me bent over the bed. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, f*ck*ng me raw and fast.

I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. A wicked smile spread across my face as pleasure shot through my body.

Yes… I thought. By morning, that little omega will fall right into my trap.

Hey, let's get one thing straight: this isn't your typical omega story. Sofia is not just a damsel in distress waiting for rescue; she's a powerhouse in the making. From zero to hero, she rises to power, taking on evil forces and protecting her kingdom like a queen.

And let's talk about Damian, he's not your average alpha. He accepts Sofia for who she is, omega and all, and asks for forgiveness for his past mistakes. It's a beautiful thing, trust me.

So, if you're looking for a story with suspense, intrigue, and a strong female lead, you're in the right place. Luna Sofia: Omega's Rise to Power is the real deal. Come for the romance, stay for the actions.

Sofia pov.

I was in a deep sleep when icy water splashed on my face, jolting me awake. Disoriented and panicked, I struggled to process the chaos around me. A stinging slap snapped my head to the side, and Vanessa's venomous voice pierced my eardrums, 'I told you to iron my dress, but you burnt it, you useless, worthless omega!'

Two pairs of hands yanked me up, forcing me to my knees. Trembling, I stammered, 'V-Vanessa, I didn't burn your dress... I ironed it and put it on the bed like you asked...' But she was beyond reason, her face twisted in rage. 'You're calling me a liar? See this? This dress costs Three hundred dollars and you've ruined it! I will make you pay for this.

Her friends, Rachel and Tiffany, chimed in, mocking me as a 'weak omega' who couldn't even iron a dress. Vanessa's eyes blazed, 'Drag her out!'

They hauled me to the abandoned park basement, a place where nobody comes to. The three of them