Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

The alarm on Lilith’s phone went off at 5 AM.

She wasn’t asleep. Had been lying on the lumpy mattress in the darkness for hours, staring at nothing, her mind running through numbers that didn’t add up.

Four thousand.

That was the number that mattered now. Four thousand dollars a month for her mother’s care. Her omega wages came to approximately six hundred a month if she worked every available shift. Which meant she was short by thirty-seven hundred dollars.

Every. Single. Month.

She’d done the math a dozen times since leaving Garrett’s office yesterday. Had approached it from different angles, looking for a solution that didn’t exist. Calculated what would happen if she picked up extra shifts, there weren’t enough hours in a week to cover it. Thought about asking for a promotion to a higher-paying position but Alpha Garrett had made clear that wasn’t happening.

She was trapped in a box with no exit.

Lilith silenced the alarm and forced herself to sit up.

The omega apartment was cold. The heating system in the building was barely functional, and the pack didn’t consider omega comfort a priority. She pulled on the clothes she’d worn yesterday....black pants, grey shirt, both of which smelled faintly of sweat and garbage from her last shift before the Blackwood contract.

Three months. Felt like a lifetime.

She didn’t look at herself in the small mirror as she passed it. Didn’t need to see whatever was written on her face this morning. Instead, she grabbed her work badge, the cheap plastic ID that marked her as omega, as lesser, as property of Shadowmere pack, and headed for the door.

The walk to the waste management facility took twenty minutes.

The sun wasn’t up yet. The pack territory was still grey and cold, the streets mostly empty except for other omegas heading to their various assignments. Lilith kept her eyes forward, didn’t acknowledge anyone, didn’t invite conversation.

The facility itself was a sprawling operation on the eastern edge of pack land....collection trucks, sorting stations, industrial-sized dumpsters, the smell of decay and decomposition that never quite washed out of clothes.

It was 5:47 AM when she arrived.

Dora was already there.

The overseer stood near the main sorting station, clipboard in hand, assigning work to the omegas who’d arrived early. She was a woman in her fifties, with grey threading through her dark hair, a lean build, and the particular bearing of someone who’d been through the system and come out the other side hardened.

She looked up as Lilith approached.

For a moment, she just stared.

"Lilith," Dora said finally. Her voice carried across the noise of the facility, other omegas moving crates, the beep of trucks backing up, the general chaos of early morning waste management. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," Lilith said.

Dora studied her for a moment longer. Then: "You’re on sorting detail with the morning crew. Station three. Details are on the board."

Lilith nodded and moved toward station three without waiting to be dismissed.

The morning crew consisted of five omegas, two she didn’t recognize, one she vaguely remembered from before the Blackwood contract, and two others who glanced up as she approached.

One of them....a woman in her mid-twenties with kind eyes and dark hair pulled back in a braid...smiled at her.

"Lilith? I’m Emma. I don’t think we’ve met formally, but I remember you from the complex." She shifted over to make room. "How are you doing? Where have you been for the past one month?"

"Work assignment," Lilith said, which wasn’t technically a lie. The Blackwood contract had been work, in its way. Just not the kind that showed up on pack records as employment.

Emma didn’t push. "Okay. Well, welcome back. If you need anything, let me know."

There was genuine warmth in her voice. A lack of judgment that made Lilith’s throat tighten unexpectedly. She nodded and focused on the work.

Station three was responsible for sorting recyclables from general waste. It was tedious, repetitive work that required focus but allowed your mind to wander. Lilith had done it before, the familiar rhythm came back quickly. Sort, separate, move to the next piece of garbage.

An hour into the shift, a second woman approached. This one was harder-looking, late twenties, with cold eyes and a set to her jaw that suggested she’d learned not to trust anyone.

"You’re the Beta’s daughter," the woman said. Not a question.

"Yes."

"I’m Cole." The woman watched her work for a moment. "You know what everyone’s saying about you?"

"Probably several things," Lilith said, not looking up from the pile of refuse in front of her.

"They’re saying the Blackwoods wanted you specifically. That you did something to piss them off and they took payment in blood." Cole’s voice was flat, observational. "That you came back different."

Lilith sorted a plastic bottle into the recyclables bin. Didn’t respond.

"Just so you know," Cole continued, "different gets noticed. And noticed is dangerous for omegas."

She walked away without waiting for a response.

Emma, who’d been working nearby, caught Lilith’s eye. There was sympathy in her expression, the kind that said she understood what Cole had been trying to do. Not threatening exactly, but a reminder that visibility was a liability.

Lilith returned to her work. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The hours passed in a blur of repetitive motion. Sort. Separate. Move forward. The rhythm was almost meditative, except for the part where her brain kept calculating.

Six hundred a month.

Four thousand needed.

The gap was catastrophic.

By noon, her hands were raw. The work gloves helped, but the rough edges of the refuse cut through fabric. By early afternoon, she could feel blood seeping into the cloth.

She didn’t stop working.

At 3 PM, Dora appeared at station three.

"Lilith. Break. My office."

The other omegas glanced at Lilith as she pulled off her gloves and followed Dora toward the small office building attached to the facility. Cole watched with something like satisfaction. Emma looked concerned.