Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

　　Hope

　　I wake up in the cold of winter, and my breath fogs up the attic window. I slowly sit up, trying not to disturb my wounds. I stand and stare at the broken mirror in front of me.

　　My white dress, not so white anymore, is covered with grime, dust and dirt. The edges are tattered with the odd rip, and the material is thin in places, and has over time, frayed.

　　My eyes are an unusual bright silver and blue. My hair used to be white, almost platinum blonde, but it has been years since I have had the luxury of using soap in my hair, so now it looks ash blonde.

　　Freezing, I grab the only other piece of clothing I have, and wear it over the top of my dress. It is a tatty old cardigan with no buttons, so I hold the front of it closed with my hands, which are shaking from the cold.

　　The sound of birds outside my window captures my attention, and I turn my head to look out the window at the birds, hopping around in the fresh snow. It’s beautiful and calming to watch but does not bring me any warmth.

　　I am about to speak for the first time in years. I approach Alpha Tate and ask him for a blanket, and some warmer clothes. The whole pack freeze in shock at my words as most have never heard me speak.

　　‘Please. I might freeze to death one of these nights. Just one blanket, or warmer clothes, is all I ask of you,’ I beg.

　　Alpha Tate is twenty-two, and mateless. He is handsome, with light brown hair, and brown eyes. He is masculine and six foot tall.

　　He stands, stomps over to me, and holds me up with his hand, wrapped around my neck. He stares deeply into my bright silver and blue eyes. My hands are on his hand, trying to loosen his grip. I can't breathe, as he yells in my face; his breath smells like cheese.

　　‘You dare ask favours of me, Hope? After we already let you sleep in the attic, and eat our leftovers? You are the pack slave and nothing more, which means you get nothing more!’ He yells, and throws me across the floor. I whimper in pain.

　　‘I'm sorry. I won’t ask again. Please forgive me,’ I say, keeping my eyes on the floor. Alpha Tate scoffs, walks back to his plate, lifts it up, and walks over to me.

　　‘It seems Hope is hungry!’ He says cruelly, and tips the remnants of his dinner over my head, and a warm liquid drips down my face. I look at the sauce dripping onto the floor in front of me. The room roars with laughter, and I dare not move.

　　‘I think she is still hungry,’ he chuckles. ‘Anyone else want to give her something to eat?’ He asks, and the pack members throw scraps of food at me.

　　A soft-boiled potato hits my head. I keep my eyes down on the ground, not wanting anyone to see the tears I’m holding back.

　　‘Get out of my sight!’ Alpha Tate shouts, and I stand up and race out of

room, I run to the forest to my favourite spot. Although I’m half frozen, I step into the lake, and wash all the food and sauce from my hair and body. As soon as I’m done,

my wet cardigan and dress, squeeze the water

on my old mattress in the corner of the room and fall

me. His expression quickly

curl my legs in closer to my body to

where I’m huddled in the corner, keeping my eyes on the floor. I shiver

　‘Stand up,

　Standing, I cover my lower half with one hand,

I punish you properly,’ he says, forcefully moving my arms and holding them still, so he can have a good look at my naked flesh. There is instant desire

body is sexy,’ he says, pulling me closer against

the wall. He touches my face and runs

as I can, and don’t let go. I taste his blood in

screams, and

tear a strip off his shirt, and wrap it around his finger to stop the bleeding. He glares at me and kicks my

pay

onto my mattress, in shock

　　Alpha is going to be mad when he hears about this! My wolf, Storm,

do? I couldn't let him touch me. Only our mate can.

in here for a few more days until we’re eighteen and hopefully our mate will find us and take

mate doesn't like me? I ask

　　Our mate will love us. You’ll

prepare breakfast

boils, I set the table with bowls, spoons and cups, and give the porridge a stir. I collect the jug of juice from the fridge and fill all

the pack members talking, I quickly put porridge in all the bowls before dashing back upstairs