The car stopped a while later. Michael roughly pulled her out. Riley stumbled, almost falling to her knees. She let out a huff of protest, and Michael yanked her to her feet, silencing her with a glare. Riley lowered her gaze, suddenly very wary of her new owner. She was led into a rather large house. The inside was bright, and stunk of Michael. Riley shifted nervously, trying to make herself as small as possible.

Michael unhooked her leash and locked the door, walking further into the house. Riley hesitated, only following when Michael motioned her forward. Riley slowly did so. She decided she didn't like this. This was all too much. Just last week, she had been living in a small, comforting cage. There, in the dark, she had felt big. Here, she felt oh so small. Scents flooded her nose, and she resisted the temptation to sniff everything, to learn their smells.

"You're the first omega I've had in a while," Michael explained casually. "My old one became . . . unfit for my needs."

Riley's eyes widened slightly as she thought of the implications. She slowed her step so she fell father behind.

Michael glanced back. "Keep up," he snapped angrily.

Riley did as he asked.

"How old are you?"

"What?"

"I asked you your age," Michael repeated impatiently. "How old are you?"

"I don't know." Riley lowered her gaze. "They, they say I'm somewhere around seventeen. Maybe eighteen."

"Hm." Michael turned to her, eyes looking her up and down. "Very nice."

Riley's blush was immediate, and she lowered her eyes, her shoulders and wings falling submissively under his strong gaze. She followed him further into the house.

"I hope you know how to cook."

"No sir."

Michael frowned, and Riley shied away. But all he said was, "Then you better be a fast learner." He glanced up a staircase. "You'll be staying in that room during the night." He motioned to a door off of the kitchen.

Riley moved towards it, watching Michael for any sign of disapproval. She cracked open the door and frowned slightly. The room was small, and she estimated she could touch all four walls with both hands. The floor was bare, and something told Riley it would remain that way. She closed the door, turning back to Michael.

He was staring at her. "Well?"

Riley tilted her head, confused. "Well, what?" she asked quietly.

Michael glared at her. "Ungrateful cunt," he muttered. "Well, aren't you going to thank me for your room?"

Thank you? Riley stared at Michael, confused. Why would she thank him for a closet? But, still, she lowered her gaze. "Thank you," she murmured through clenched teeth. She decided she didn't like Michael at all.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"No."

Suddenly Michael was on her, one hand gripping her her shirt. "Are you lying to me?"

"No," Riley forced out, visibly shaking. She lowered her wings submissively.

"No what?"

"No sir." When Michael let go of her, Riley stumbled away.

...

It wasn't very long until he hit her. Some time that night. Riley wasn't doing anything; she was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees. Suddenly Michael stumbled in, pulling her to her feet. "When I call, you come to me," he hissed in her face.

A strong smell hit Riley, and she flinched away. "I didn't hear you," she whispered.

Michael narrowed his eyes. "Liar." He threw her into the wall. Riley righted herself, unsure. Then Michael punched her in the face.

Pain shot through Riley, and she cried out. A second punch brought tears to her eyes, and Riley fell to the ground, curling up. "Please," she begged. "Please stop."

Michael didn't, and kicked her in the side. "Fucking omega," he growled, then stalked away.

Riley didn't move. She lay on the floor, crying. Everything hurt. It hurt so bad. A sudden longing pulled at her gut. She wished she was back at the rescue. Hell, she wished she was back in her cage. She crawled into her closet, closing the door behind her, wings wrapped tightly around herself. She cried herself to sleep.

...

Michael didn't get her until late that morning. Hunger threatened to drive her out before then, but she didn't want to do anything that might anger her alpha. Her alpha. The words sat bitterly on her tongue, and she visibly flinched. She didn't want Michael to be her alpha. She didn't want an alpha that hit her, or hated her, or treated her like this.

The door opened, and Michael looked in at her. "Get up."

Riley did as he said, wincing at her bruised ribs. She followed him out. When he went into the kitchen, she slipped into the bathroom. She examined her face; she had a black eye, and her jaw was badly bruised. She examined her ribs to find black and purple marks spreading across her skin.

"Riley!"

Riley hurried out into the kitchen. "Sorry," she apologized, lowering her gaze submissively. "I was in the bathroom."

Michael stood up and walked over at her. He lifted her face, brushing not-so-gentle fingers over her face. "Sorry about that." Then he sat back down.

Riley frowned at his breezy apology. "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?" Michael glared up at her, and Riley took a step back.

"Uh, what can I do?" she rephrased.

"Breakfast."

"I, uh, I can't cook." Riley immediately began to look through the cabinets. She pulled out a box of cereal and a bowl, then returned to the table. She placed the cereal down in front of Michael. "I believe this is cereal."

"It is." Michael looked down at the bowl. "Cereal? Really?"

"What?" Riley looked hurt. "It's a breakfast food, isn't it?"

Michael stood up, reaching threateningly across the table. Riley recoiled, falling out of her chair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she pleaded. "I, I - what did I do?"

Michael looked down at her disdainfully. "Get up."

Riley scrambled to her feet, shying away from his gaze. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice shaking.

Michael let out a huff, his anger passing. "Go back to your room."

Riley took a hesitant step back. "But I'm hungry," she whispered. "I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Did I stutter?" Michael balled his fists, stepping towards Riley. Riley tried to duck past him on her way to her closet, but Michael grabbed her shirt. He pulled her back in front of her, and Riley flinched, closing her eyes.

"No! No, sir." Riley winced, waiting for the blow. It never came.

Michael dropped her with a huff. "Good. Now get on with it."

Riley scrambled to open the cereal, pouring some out. She then pushed it towards Michael before retreating, wings pinned against her tightly in fear.

She watched him eat, bringing him drink when he asked. When he was finished, he stood up, motioning to the empty dish. Riley tipped her head and approached. "S-Should I . . . where does this go?"

"Sink." Michael pointed to the steel square bowl in the counter. "Just put it in there for now. I'll teach you to do dishes later."

Riley nodded meekly and scooped up the empty dishes in her hands before dropping them in the sink. When she turned back, Michael left. When he didn't return, Riley felt her stomach growl painfully. She looked at the box of cereal on the table and retrieved for herself a bowl. She sat down and poured herself a small amount of breakfast, unsure what the proper amount was for her to take.

She took a small bite, and her face scrunched up, overwhelmed by the sweetness. It was almost too much, but she was hungry. Riley took another bite.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Suddenly Riley was hauled up and out of her chair. The bowl was knocked off of the table, shattering on the ground.

Riley let out a cry as her back hit the wall, and she struggled violently to get free.

Michael pinned her there, shoving his face into hers. Riley immediately stilled. "What were you doing?" Michael repeated, eyes slivers of ice.

"I w-was hungry." Riley's words were cut off in a sob. "P-Please, Alpha. I'm so hungry."

"You will not take food without my permission," Michael growled. "You eat only what I provide you, and that will be enough. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha." Riley closed her eyes, trembling with fear. "I'm so so sorry."

"Don't let it happen again." Michael dropped her, and the omega slumped to the ground. "Go to your room." A sharp kick to the ribs had her crawling away.

...

Shorter chapter. Like I said, this isn't a very long in-depth story. Also, it's my first week of college, so things are a bit hectic :)

Also, abuse, yes. But this story will (most likely) have a happy ending.