The Alpha's Runt Mate (complete)

Prologue: Willa POV Being small has always been my disadvantage. I was born early and have been petite my whole life. My pack calls me "Runt" instead of my given name Willa. My parents were disappointed I was a girl and a runt at that. I heard my father say on multiple occasions "If only her brother had survived. William would have been big and strong." I was a twin but only I survived. My stillborn brother was supposed to be named William. My mother Lily did not survive more than an hour after my birth. She had a heart condition that couldn't handle my brother's death according to wolves in my pack. I overheard my father's beta Reginald say once that my birth was the biggest disappointment for the pack because I stole away their Luna and future Alpha. I was raised by a nanny named Lauren who hated me. She wanted to be with my father and become Luna but that never happened. My father Leonidas ignored my existence for the most part. He never talked to me or hugged me or kissed my head. He would pass by me in the hallway or outside and ask if I was managing to survive. I would say yes and move along. I never really knew if he cared. I was about 10 when I stopped vying for his affections. I learned early on that survival was important. It was all my father cared about. I secretly wished he cared about me as a person but I knew from an early age that that wasn't my reality. It took years and finding my mate to realize that being loved was an important part of my survival. I almost didn't survive the callousness of the pack I'd been born into. Chapter 1: Willa POV  (Warning: Chapter includes content that could be triggering. Read with caution) "Run faster, Runt!" I ran from a group of pack boys, pushing myself to my limits. They loved to chase me into the woods and beat me once they caught me. I shifted into my small red wolf and allowed my paws to take me as far as they could.  Up until last month the boys chased me for fun, to bully the runt of the pack. A few weeks ago the beta's son Lucas started looking at me strangely, leering at me. I was used to being glared at but his eyes held something else. Not hate but not affection either. I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like he had plans for me. That was about the same time he started joining in on the chasing. The difference was that once he caught me he sent the others away with a growl and used the privacy of the woods to touch me.    Lucas howled and lunged forward, his brown wolf tackling me to the ground. I whimpered, scared and hurt. I hated when Lucas caught me, when he touched me. I almost preferred being beat by the others. As usual he pinned me down and growled at the others to disperse. They darted in the opposite direction and he waited for them to be out of sight. "How is my favorite little runt today?" He asked, forcing my face into the mud. After making my wolf submit he ordered me to phase back into my human form. I tried to hide my nakedness but he wouldn't let me. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me to a nearby stream. "Wash up," he ordered. I did as I was told. Once I was clean he rinsed his hands and pulled me into his naked lap. I flinched when I felt his hard erection against my back. I didn't like that he was hard or that he made me touch it. It felt wrong, inappropriate. Until the first time he had done this I had never seen anyone else naked beyond the split second that took place between phases.  "I'm doing this to prepare you for the inevitable," he said. He always said that when he began to grope my chest and force my hand to stroke his erect p***s. I felt tears burning my eyes, only releasing onto my cheeks when I felt him move his fingers to the private place between my legs. He liked to rub me until I felt tingles and then he would put his fingers inside me. It hurt. Always. I would beg him to stop but he never listened. He was a beta, a man. I was just a runt with no one to defend her. "Tomorrow is an important day," he said, pushing me down to the dirt again. This time he made me sit on my knees while he pushed his erection into my mouth. I hated this part the most. It always made me gag, nausea making me want to purge into the grass. He pushed and pulled, guiding my head and mouth how he liked it. I didn't do anything to participate, just cried and tried to keep breathing. Sometimes I felt like I would choke and pass out. He kept talking while I just tried to survive. "You'll be 18 tomorrow. You are to tell your father that I'm your mate and beg him to hand me the alpha title," he said as I choked on him, both shocked by his words and the amount of time it was taking him to finish. He kept making me stop so he could make it last longer. I just wanted it to end, to be free of him and his abuse. "I will mark and mate you before anyone else can come along and try to steal you away. I refuse to be a beta the rest of my life," he said as he held my head, forcing me to taste and swallow as he ejaculated into my mouth.  When he let go of my head I felt my consciousness starting to slip away. He slapped my face and said, "Don't you dare betray or disappoint me, Runt." I felt numb until he smirked and said, "Don't disappoint your father. He wants us to be mates. He says it's the only way for the pack to survive. You don't want to hurt him again do you?" I shook my head no. Just because he had disappointed me didn't mean I wanted to disappoint him more that I already had. I was the runt who ruined his life. Who was I to put the pack at risk? I just nodded my head in defeat. "Yes, sir," I said. Lucas liked being called Sir. He kissed my forehead and said, "Good girl, now get cleaned up and start making dinner. You don't want to disappoint the pack." He loved to use my fears against me. As I laid there alone in the dirt I started to process everything he had said to me. My birthday, which was never celebrated, was only hours away. I was supposed to tell my father that Lucas was my mate regardless of the truth. I already knew in my heart that Lucas wasn't my mate. Lauren used to tell me that I could tell by the tingles. I didn't understand at the time but the past month with the escalated touching had made it more clear. "If a man can make you tingle only between your legs he is a good lay but not your mate," she would say, usually while drinking liquor and smoking a cigarette. She said she had had a mate once but he died in battle. "That man could make me moan and every inch of my body would tingle with pleasure," she said once. I was about 12 when she described mating to me. It all sounded horrible. The male pinned you down and pushed his erection between your legs. Why would anyone agree to that? Lucas's fingers were painful enough. I couldn't imagine something as big as his p***s inside me. I shivered with disgust as I pulled myself up and headed to the stream. After a quick rinse I shifted and returned to the pack house. After dressing I put on my apron and started making steaks with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. I had to cook enough for at least 20 wolves, 19 of which physically and verbally abused me. The only person who didn't put his hands on me was my father. He didn't stop the abuse either though. He walked through life only focusing on his own survival and the success of the pack. I felt tears burning my eyelids again as I thought about how much I secretly wanted my father to care if I was alive or dead. Despite his obsession with survival I questioned if he cared about the life of his only living child. I fought a daily battle with whether I cared or not, whether I should care. I constantly wondered if death would be the only way for me to be free and free my pack of the disappointment they felt towards my existence. My impending engagement with Lucas only made me wonder more. I knew my father would make me marry Lucas if we were mates. It was "inevitable" as Lucas had pointed out to me. "Runt!" I stiffened at the sound of Beta Reginald's voice. He appeared at the kitchen door and looked at me with disgust. "Prepare enough food for three visitors and the pack house members. Do not disappoint us," he said, pointing a finger at me accusingly. I knew he meant my father and the rest of the pack. I put my head down and said "Yes, Beta" wishing he would disappear. He looked too much like Lucas with brown hair and brown eyes. I couldn't look at either man without feeling nauseated. His presence made me uncomfortable. After Beta Reginald disappeared I pulled three more steaks out of the refridgorator. I prepared the food and served the pack. I was surprised we were having guests on short notice but it was not my business. I stood in the corner with my head down and my hands clasped as I listened to everyone else eat. I was hungry too but no one ever invited me to sit with the pack. I usually ate later or not at all. The guests had not arrived until I was serving dessert. My father shot me a glare to stop and answer the door when the bell rang a second time. I had been too concerned with not making eye contact with Lucas to notice. He had groped my butt as I served him his blueberry cobbler. It took everything in me to not whimper or start crying. Per my father's glare I put the serving tray down on a side table and went to the front door. I opened the door and immediately bent forward, hiding my face. "Welcome, honored guests" I said, following the script I'd been taught from a young age. "Please come in and join us for dinner," I said, still not looking at them. I was trying so hard to not disappoint my pack. I finally looked up when I heard a low growl instead of the shuffling of feet past me. Usually guests ignored me and entered without so much as a nod or hello. I felt my stomach tighten and my breath hitch at the sight of him.