The Wronged Omega: An FFF Omegaverse

1. Mine

What the fuck was she doing?

As I walked by my neighbor’s house on my way back from the convenience store with a sack full of junk food in one hand and a slushie in the other, someone started banging on the window from inside to get my attention. Lucky for them and unlucky for me, I was mute, not deaf.

The sun glared against my sensitive, green eyes since I forgot my sunglasses before I left, making them difficult to make out, but the person was clearly pounding on the glass to the point I was worried it would shatter at any moment. I knew it wasn’t my neighbor, Lucinda, and she didn’t usually have visitors as far as I saw, but her car was gone, and everything besides the banging person was quiet and normal.

The banging stopped, and we stared at each other in silence. I could make out her sad eyes and frown from here. Her fingertips trailed down the window pane as hope left her due to my lack of movement. I thought about walking away, leaving this problem for the next person because trouble always found a way into my life. She saw that in my eyes as they held hers, but I wasn’t an awful person even if karma had dubbed me one from the moment I was born.

I waved at her and held up one finger, signaling that I would be there in a minute. I set my bag and drink on my porch and jogged back over, climbing the steps to Lucinda’s porch, and stood in front of the window.

A teenage girl, who looked around fifteen, with green eyes and red hair greeted me with tear-stained eyes and panic lacing her features. She looked exhausted and broken, but the hope was returning.

What the fuck was Lucinda doing here? She was a bit of a recluse but in the odd way where you always thought they were keeping someone trapped in the basement for experiments and not the I enjoy the quiet life way. I wanted to be wrong, but if this looked how it felt, then I was spot-on in my assessment and cursed my gut for knowing better.

The girl started talking at warp speed, but between the glass muffling the sound and her mucus-filled throat from crying, I could barely make anything out. I did however catch “help me” and “my aunt,” so that explained who she was at least.

I pressed my lips together in thought, trying to decide the best way to go about this. As long as we didn’t leave the property, it wasn’t kidnapping, right?

I mouthed “key” and mimed opening a locked door, hoping she got the idea. It worked, but she just shrugged and started talking again. I held up my hands, needing her to slow down and breathe.

She did as I asked, and her words were much clearer, shedding some light on the situation.

“It’s magic. I don’t know how.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. Of course it was magical. An area I had no business meddling in. “The door won’t open, and my cell isn’t working, so I can’t call my dad.” The last part ended on a sob, and a piece of me broke. I knew what it was like to not be able to reach a parent.

After a second of letting myself feel the pain, I buried it away again and figured trying to kick in the door or shatter the window was the best bet. Lucinda could bill me later, not that I would pay it if she was planning to do some sick shit to her niece. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, but if Lucinda was a fucked-up woman…

I signed to her, hoping some of it came through. Most people I ran into got the idea if I went slow and half acted it out. Due to situations like this and an understanding that sign language was, in general, a more inclusive language, more and more schools taught their students from a young age. Not many carried it on into their teenage years, but the basics helped me a lot in life when I went to the store or the movies and apparently, saving teenagers.

Stand back. I’m going to try and break the window. I held my hands up, motioning for her to step back when she didn’t immediately follow my instructions.

“Break it?” she asked, and I huffed before repeating myself.

This time, I didn’t sign. I pointed to the flower pot, then mimed chucking it at the window, doing a version of jazz hands to signify the glass shattering and falling all over the place.

The girl held back a bit of laughter but finally did as I instructed.

Typically, this would not be my first choice, but if I had to guess, the door was spelled to remain shut until her return. I was hoping the rest of the house was left as is because who was crazy enough to throw a potted plant through a neighbor’s window to rescue some kid they just met who could be lying through their teeth?

She did as instructed, and I heaved the stone pot into my arms and chucked it at the window, surprised by the strength I had found out of nowhere. There was a moment of regret, but as soon as the window shattered and my thoughts were proven correct, relief took over mixed with worry that I did this for no good reason.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed through happy tears as she climbed through the window, avoiding the broken shards and bits that still poked up through the opening.

Her arms wrapped around me, nearly knocking us both over. I awkwardly patted her back, then she pulled away and looked around. She was a little shorter than I was and wore a simple pair of dark-wash jeans; an oversized, gray sweater; and white tennies.

“We should probably get out of here.” I cut her off with an arm swiping through the air.

No, I signed.

“No? Why save me, then?”

Explain to me.

She sighed and glanced around nervously as if Lucinda would show up out of thin air.

“Fine, if it will get us out of here, then fine. My father is the aid to the Primarchy council, and Lucinda is his sister. I’m here while he’s off doing whatever for them, but I overheard her talking on the phone to someone. She plans to sell me.”

Sell you? I scrunched my brows in confusion. I knew a little about the Primarchy, but I was Human and was raised Human, despite the whole cursed thing.

“I’m an Omega.” She stopped there as if it told me everything, so I stared blankly at her until she groaned and stomped her foot, reminding me a little of her aunt. Although no other part of her mirrored Lucinda. Where Ellie had green eyes and red hair, Lucinda had brown, graying hair with hazel brown eyes. Maybe at one point her hair had a red sheen, but her sour attitude aged her poorly. “I’m the Omega daughter of a high-status Primarch, and people would pay a shit ton to get me and do horrible things to me and—”

I covered her mouth with my hand and nodded, understanding that sex trafficking and the like were just as predominant in their world as it was in ours. I didn’t know how anyone, especially a close relative, could put someone into that life, but if she was telling the truth, then I had to do something about it.

Removing my hand, I asked for her name. “Ellie.”

I’m Mine, Carmine. I grimaced at my full name, and that got a chuckle from her.

“Ellery. I feel you.” She wiped away some tears and seemed to calm down after the small interaction and being out of the semi-prison.

I grabbed her upper arm and led her down the stairs and over to my house. It wasn’t the safest place to be, but it was better than standing on Lucinda’s porch, waiting for her to show up and do some magic nonsense.

We all heard whisperings and got bits and pieces of the Primarchs that lived alongside ours, so a magic user living next to me wasn’t a complete shock, but they weren’t common here.

I lived in an average-sized town of ten thousand people. It was cozy enough, and there was always something to do if I wanted to get out of the house and have some Human interaction. I didn’t do that, but the option was there if I wanted it.

My immediate family was gone, and I rarely saw the extended members, even though we all had the same curse placed upon us, forcing us to live our lives without a voice.

I grabbed my previously discarded snack haul, opened my front door, and ushered Ellie inside before locking everything up tight. The floor plan on this level was open, so I had her sit in the living room while I grabbed us some water and dumped my bag of snacks on the coffee table.

No matter the situation, a comfy couch and some snacks made it better, at least for a little while.

We sat in silence for a bit, then I waved my hand, garnering her attention.

Can you call your dad now? I asked, simplifying it enough so I knew she’d understand.

“Oh, yeah, maybe.” Ellie pulled out her cell phone, decked out in pink and blue rhinestones, and dialed. The ringing tone blasted through the speaker, but no one picked up, sending her to voicemail. “I guess not.” My heart broke for her as her entire body sunk in on itself, and she leaned back and slunk down into the couch cushions.

The authorities, then?

Her mouth formed a straight line before she shook her head. “Lucinda is the authorities.” Her voice held no hope, and another tear ran down her cheek.

“Oh,” I mouthed and sunk back as well before popping up with a what the fuck look on my face as I asked her to explain.

She sighed but did as I asked. “My dad might be the council’s bitch, but Lucinda is the one in charge of finding and punishing the people who are, surprise,” she sing-songed along with her jazz hands, “just like her apparently.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her cussing. It was cute coming from her, but I wasn’t convinced her dad would approve. Good thing I wasn’t her parent. I didn’t care.

How old are you?

“Seventeen.” She shrugged, then spaced out with her glazed-over eyes focused on the table in front of her. Ellie looked younger than she was, but surprisingly, she was handling this better than I anticipated. There was a level of maturity that she had that other teenagers lacked. I figured it had to do with her father’s position and understood the need to grow up quickly all too well.

I was tired of waving my arms around to try and get her attention each time I wanted to speak, so I pulled out my phone and brought up the call screen before shoving it at her so I could get her number.

“Put mine in?” I nodded, and her number was quickly added.

With my phone back in my possession, I sent her a text.

Did you mishear her? Was Lucinda talking about another case? Did I vandalize a property over a case of miscommunication?

I kept my face neutral in case I was way off base, but it grew taught at her words.

“Not unless you can misunderstand someone saying, ‘I will deliver Ellie to the buyers tonight.’”

I nodded in agreement, blowing a raspberry. That was pretty straightforward, and I was glad I smashed her window. I honestly wished I broke more, but there would be plenty of fight to have before Ellie was safe with her dad. That was if he wasn’t involved as well.