The Alpha

The next morning, I sat naked on the ground in the bathroom. It didn’t have much, a toilet, a very small shower that didn’t work half the time, a small sink and a dirty mirror. I had no more tears to cry at the moment.

I was worn out. I was tired. Tired of being abused, of being pushed around, of being someone’s punching bag, of waking up to deal with this, of living here.

With the strength I could muster up, I hauled myself up to look in the mirror. I hated what stared back at me. This girl had dull lifeless brown eyes. Dead brown hair that went to her waist. Scars that littered her body more than the trash that’s littering the ocean. Ugly hip bones and ribs are prominent from the lack of food she got, she ate about two times a week, maybe three if she was lucky, even if it was three she would be puking it up within minutes, only made possible by her beatings.

A frame that was too small, barely had any curves. A collarbone that is too defined. Grim eye-bags. Her body had too many scars to find it attractive. Her breasts are bruised from being groped too aggressively. Her skin was a deathly pale from never being out in the sun. Her knees had bruises from always being forced on them. She looked revolting.

When I looked back up at my face, tears were coming down. Stupid silent tears. With those thoughts in my head, I reached for my razor blade. I’ve done this a million times, nothing I’m not used to. I lined the blade on my wrist and applied pressure, pulling down vertically. It pierced my skin and I let out a shaky breath. After the cut was made a small wave of satisfaction came over me. I kept cutting and cutting.

'You’ll never be worth anything.'

'Slut.'

'You could never make anyone happy.'

The sobs came out of my mouth in silence. I continued slicing until I was satisfied.

...As satisfied as I could be...

I washed off my arms, and wrapped them, then threw on clothes so that Alpha Chris doesn’t see them. Even though my beatings are terrible, it will be ten thousand times worse if he found out I continued to do it behind his back. One time he caught me in the act when I was fifteen. He told me that ‘I wasn’t good enough to be able to injure myself’. It didn’t make much sense and it still doesn’t. I guess only he wants to harm me, but everyone else does it, so he’s not that special. And he knows that.

as I walked to his office and proceeded to

he said as he stood and wrapped his arm around my body while the other grabbed my breast, causing me to flinch, “our Regional Alpha Derek is coming to check on us in two hours. You dear,” he squeezed my boob harder and I whimpered, “better have this house fucking spotless and get yourself prettied up. Also, make food, and if it’s anything like that shit you made last night, you can’t even imagine what I’ll do to you once he leaves. Understood?” I nodded and that didn’t make him happy. “Understood!” He yelled as

A-alpha,” I whispered, cringing at my stutter. I always stuttered, I hated

he instructed, and in a soft voice said, “my precious mate, give your Alpha a kiss.” His hand went up to my neck and brought

was kissing me softly, and moaned a little against my still lips, and then turned rough. Shocker. He yanked me off his

slut,” He growled out as his hand came down and smacked me to the ground. I quickly nodded as

mashed potatoes, green beans, and meatloaf. I was practically praying that it turned out good, but either way, tonight Alpha Chris was going to

the constant stomach pains I kept having, it was like a nervous pain that would shoot through me every

the last plate my stomach pain shot up to the fullest and almost had me double over. I gasped

Chris said... I told myself. Violet, you can’t cry because the makeup will wash off. Yes. Yes. I can’t cry. If my makeup gets messed up, and if Alpha Derek sees, I think Alpha Chris might actually kill

dining room and the moment I stepped in, the pain skyrocketed and it took everything in me to not drop to the ground.

I sat the last plate down my nostrils were invaded by the scent of sandalwood. I went to move my eyes but quickly averted them. I saw black boots that went over the end

mind. I jerked back up from the

spoke without

know how they are. Only good at one thing…” Alpha Chris chuckled and my cheeks flared up knowing what he

as the person

air. The sound made my chest flutter. My stomach pains weakened. My breath faltered. I dared to look

hair is dark brown. He has