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The Alpha's Little Mate

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"You fat worthless b***h!" I received another slap in the face that made me fall. "A simple task and you cannot even do it right?!" He kicked me on the gut.

I grunted in pain, grabbing my stomach. "I am so sorry Alpha. I will not-.." He pulled my hair, I closed my eyes tight as tears continued falling.

"Did I tell you to speak?!" He threw me on wall, picking up a knife from his boots.

I cried even more as he walked to me, grabbing my wrist and gliding the cold metal to my skin.

I held out the whimper because I know it will only anger him. Blood dripped from my hand to the oak floor. On my wrist was inscribed an 'X'.

My boring blue eyes looking straight to his red one. "Never ever speak when you are not told to! Understand?!"

I nodded as tears went down more. He slapped me again. "Understand?!"

I nodded hastily, "Y-yes." I answered. My voice was croaky, it was almost like a whisper.

Alpha Jason went out as I slowly stood up. Stumbling straight to my room, I cried more.

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Claire Williams, a 19 year old girl who went through abuse since she was 7. She grew up without knowing her parents. Left in a pack with a ruthless alpha. She was an omega, a servant to anyone, the lowest rank in every pack. Her wolf was weak and for they forced her to take a pill that made her stop her turn. She never planned on escaping for she has no hope. Until one day, an incident happened that gave her a chance to escape her pack which she considered hell.

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The Meal
CLAIRE'S POV: "You call this food?!" I whimpered at Alpha's voice. "I'm v-very sorry A-alpha, but you called me to wash your dirty laund-.." My words were cut off as shattering glasses were heard on my side. Glancing at it, it was the plate I put on the table for Alpha Jason to eat. The beef was black due to it being overcooked. I bit my lip and played with my fingers, head hanging low. "So it's my fault now?!" He grabbed a bowl and also smashed it on the floor before coming in front of me and slapping my face. I shook my head, "I-i'm so sorry, Alpha." I closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn't get another blow. "Go get me and my guest a proper meal, b***h! If you don't, you'll feel the temptation of torture." I cringed as he used his alpha voice. They were too deep, making me shudder with fear. My knees were weak due to his voice, but I couldn't fall down, he'd only hurt me more once I did. I bowed as he left the room. Running to get a broom and clean up the broken glass. I saw red liquid dripping on the floor and that is when I noticed my left arm had a cut. Maybe because of the glasses. I didn't feel anything, I didn't feel pain. It just felt numb. Tears went down as I muttered a small sob. Making sure it wasn't loud enough. After cleaning, I washed the wound before making another meal for the alpha. Putting it on a tray, I went upstairs to his office. Before opening the door, I could already hear the moaning and grunts from the inside. I knocked on the door, "A-alpha.." I called out. Cringing at the sounds they're making. He grunted, "Ah yes, do it like that." It was soon followed by moans. I wrinkled my nose at the situation I was in. I went inside. The alpha's room was divided by another door to go through his office. So I didn't worry much about seeing the show they were on. I placed the food slowly on the table and looked around. No wonder the sound was barely covered, the door to his office was slightly opened. I hurriedly went out and closed the door. My face was feeling hot. Going back to the kitchen, I ate the remaining portions of beef before walking up to the basement -or should I call my room-. The basement has always been dark, just the lamp and the lights in my bathroom. I decided to take a shower. Stripping my clothes off, I studied myself in the dirty mirror. I can barely see my reflection. I'm not fat, but not too thin either. My ribs were slightly visible, just the average ones. Although the alpha still calls me fat. I have many bruises on my arms, on my stomach, thighs, and legs. There are a few cuts, one that is still fresh from the incident that happened a while ago. I have small bags under my eyes. My cheeks were swollen from all the slaps, I have handprint bruises on my neck from the previous choking of the Alpha. I look horrible. Tears ran down my cheeks again. Feeling the burning sensation in my eyes from crying. I bit my lip to suppress a sob. Who would like me? It's not like I can be left alone in a room with a man without cowering. Alpha Jason made sure to put that in my head. And the men in my pack proved that all men are the same. The same ruthless, brutal, and nasty men. I sighed, wiped the tears off my red cheeks, and took a bath. Making sure to get rid of all the dirt off my body. Putting on some pajamas and a shirt, I sat on my bed. I'm already 19 years old, but not even once has my wolf uttered a word. I know she was there, I can feel her presence. Only that it was weak. Maybe she decided not to talk to me, because of how weak I am. She needs to be woken up. She would growl sometimes but knew full well that taking over me wouldn't do good for us. I never even knew her name. In my entire life, they never entrusted me with the pack's link. Telling me it would still be useless. I never even shifted. I never got to know how I look in my wolf form, never even letting me feel freedom. My pack took care of me for 7 years, and Alpha Jason decided he needed a servant. And until then, I started taking hits and experienced abuse. They forced me to take a pill that would stop me from shifting and locking my wolf out. Muting and weakening her. Every week, they would let me take the pill. Saying an omega wouldn't need to shift because they will always be inside the pack's territory, not needed for any battle. Omegas just serve. The color of the furs can define your rank: brown, red, grey, white, and black. Although any color can be made as alpha. The most feared ones are the ones with black fur. They only come rarely. It is defined that you are the alpha among alphas. Stronger than any other alphas. Even if you lead a pack, bowing to those with black fur is a must. None can disrespect them, and everybody fears them. The more black spots you have on your fur, the higher your rank is. There are only two wolves with pure black fur known. The previous alpha and the current alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. As I heard, the previous alpha was the father of their current alpha. As for my alpha, Alpha Jason. He rules the pack I'm in, the Black Paws Pack. He has brown fur. No black fur, yes. But I fear him because he has more power than me. And because he is my alpha. I can find defeat in myself from every move he makes. It is true, I was never taught of battles. I'm not capable of fighting. I'm weak. One big blow and I know I'm done. Useless...that's how I describe myself. I dabbed my wound with some herbal ointment and let it dry. Yawning lightly, I drifted off to sleep.

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