Chapter 4: Omega

Lilith had three days to pack up her entire life.

Three days to sort through twenty-two years of memories and decide what was worth keeping and what the pack would claim as "Beta property" the moment she walked out the door.

Three days before the locks changed and everything left behind became theirs.

She started with her mother’s things.

The bedroom her parents had shared for over two decades looked exactly the way it had the morning her father left for the treaty meeting. The bed was made with military precision.....her father’s habit. Her mother’s reading glasses sat on the nightstand beside a half-finished book. A framed photo of their wedding day hung on the wall, both of them young and smiling and completely unaware of how the story would end.

Lilith picked up the photo and stared at it.

Her father looked so alive in it. Strong and proud in his Beta ceremonial clothes, his arm around Cassandra’s waist, his smile genuine and warm. Her mother looked radiant....dark hair swept up, white dress, eyes bright with joy.

They’d been so happy.

Before the world took everything from them.

She wrapped the photo carefully in one of her mother’s scarves and set it in the small box she’d designated for her mother’s belongings. The box was pathetically small. She could only take what she could carry, the housing coordinator had said. Everything else stayed.

Everything else became pack property.

She moved through the room mechanically, choosing items with care. Her mother’s favorite blanket.....the soft grey one she always wrapped herself in while reading. A few pieces of jewelry, nothing expensive but all meaningful. The leather journal Cassandra kept tucked in her nightstand drawer.

Lilith opened the journal briefly, saw her mother’s handwriting....neat and precise....filling the pages with thoughts and memories and observations about daily life.

She closed it quickly and added it to the box.

Some things were too private to read. Even now.

"You’re not taking any of that."

The voice came from the doorway.

Lilith turned to find Owen Briggs standing there....the pack services coordinator, a man in his forties with a permanent sneer and eyes that enjoyed other people’s suffering a little too much.

"These are my mother’s personal belongings," Lilith said, keeping her voice even.

"Your mother is a pack liability with outstanding medical debts." Owen stepped into the room uninvited, his eyes scanning the space like he was taking inventory. "Her belongings stay with the pack until those debts are settled. Pack law."

"She’s unconscious in a hospital bed...."

"Which is costing the pack money every day she stays there." Owen picked up one of Cassandra’s necklaces from the dresser....a simple silver chain with a small moon pendant. Victor had given it to her on their tenth anniversary. "Everything in this room is collateral against her debt. You don’t get to just take it."

Lilith’s hands curled into fists. "That necklace is worthless. It’s sentimental value only....."

"Then you won’t mind leaving it." He dropped it back on the dresser with a careless clatter. "Pack through your own things, omega. Your mother’s belongings stay here."

The word omega came out like an insult.

Which it was, she supposed.

That’s what she was now.

Owen moved to the door, then paused and looked back at her. "And make sure you’re out by Friday morning. We’ve got a new Beta family moving in this weekend. They’ll want the place cleaned."

He left.

Lilith stood in her parents’ bedroom and stared at the small box of her mother’s things.

Pack property.

All of it.

The necklace her father had given her mother. The blanket she loved. The journal with twenty years of memories written in her careful handwriting.

Pack property.

She wanted to scream. Wanted to grab everything and run. Wanted to tell Owen Briggs and Alpha Garrett and the entire pack to go to hell.

But she couldn’t.

Because they held all the power and she had none.

So she put the box back on the shelf where she’d found it and left the room.

Her own bedroom was easier.

Mostly because she’d never had much to begin with.

A bed....which she couldn’t take. A dresser....also staying. Clothes, books, a few personal items she’d collected over the years. Nothing valuable. Nothing the pack would want.

She packed it all into two bags.

Twenty-two years of life fit into two bags.

The thought should have been depressing. Instead it just felt empty.

She was sitting on her bed....her former bed, staring at the packed bags when someone knocked on the front door.

For a moment, she considered not answering.

But the knock came again. Insistent.

She went downstairs and opened the door to find Dr. Reeves standing on the porch, her medical bag in hand, her expression professionally neutral.

"Lilith," she said. "I’m here to update you on your mother’s condition."

Lilith’s heart stuttered. "Is she awake?"

"No." Dr. Reeves’s expression didn’t change. "May I come in?"

Lilith stepped aside.

The doctor entered and looked around the space, the half-packed boxes, the bare walls where family photos used to hang, the systematic dismantling of everything this house used to be.

"You’re moving," she observed.

"Omega housing. I have until Friday."

Dr. Reeves said nothing to that. Just set her medical bag on the kitchen counter and pulled out a folder.

"Your mother’s condition is stable but unchanged," she said, opening the folder to reveal medical charts and reports Lilith couldn’t fully understand. "The mate bond severance caused significant trauma to her system. Combined with the emotional shock of witnessing..." She paused delicately. "....witnessing your father’s remains, her body essentially shut down."

"When will she wake up?"

"I don’t know." Dr. Reeves met her eyes directly. "The human mind is remarkably complex. Sometimes people wake from this kind of trauma in days. Sometimes weeks. Sometimes...." She stopped.

"Sometimes they don’t wake up at all," Lilith finished quietly.

"Sometimes they don’t wake up at all," the doctor confirmed.

Lilith looked at the medical charts. At the numbers and terminology that meant her mother might never open her eyes again.

"The pack is covering her care for now," Dr. Reeves continued. "But I need you to understand something. Pack resources aren’t infinite. If she remains comatose beyond a certain point, the council will have to make decisions about continued care."