Her Cursed Alpha Mate

“Run Annaleena Run!” A voice yelled in my head as I sprinted across the clearing for what felt like the hundredth time, but I know I won’t make it before he captures me again and beats me for attempting to escape. I’m not as fast as him because my wolf hasn’t surfaced yet, but I keep trying. Before I could reach the tree line, a large wolf tackled me to the ground, breaking my right arm. “Good work.” Alpha Francis said to his men as he pulled me up by my hair. “I have been too easy on you. Maybe 20 lashes will teach you to not try and escape.” He growled at me as he threw me to one of the guards. “Make sure she learns her lesson.” He said as he watched the guard rip my shirt off and whip me until I was fighting to stay alive. That was the night I decided to stop trying to escape and wait for the right time. ********** My name is Annaleena Reed. I am currently 17 years old and have been held captive since my 15th birthday by the Black Meadow pack. While the days have been easier than when I first arrived, I am still treated as a pack slave and punching bag. I am covered head to toe in scares and burns, but I feel the mental abuse is getting to me more than the physical abuse. I am very tall for a she-wolf, but by only being fed enough to survive, I am smaller than I should be. I used to have a very toned body from training with my father every day, but my muscles have slowly disappeared over time from not training daily and not eating enough. I still manage to train by myself in secret, but I have to be careful not to use too much of the energy I get from the scraps of food I’m allowed to have. I used to be a very pretty she-wolf with my strawberry blonde hair and electric green eyes I got from my mom, but the years of abuse have left me a shadow of what I used to be, but that still doesn’t seem to stop the Alpha’s son, Asher, from trying to mate with me. My mother, Joyce Reed, is the kindest she-wolf I have ever seen. She shows love to everyone and everything. She has the most captivating red hair I have every seen and her eyes show nothing but love and understanding when you talk to her. She is short for a she-wolf but makes up for it with her energetic energy and her ability to fight. Her wolf, Storm, is a force to be reckoned with when needed. My father, Jacob Reed, is a tall, strong werewolf, even bigger than our Alpha. He has blonde hair and blue eyes that are soft but stern. Dad was the Gamma of the pack and oversaw the training of all the new soldiers. My father went missing when I was 14 years old. Many have said that he died, but mom, and I know that he is still alive because she has not felt the mate bond break. I believe my mom knows where he went because she never seems concerned that Dad is missing. I gave up asking her where he is because, every time, she just tells me he will return when the time is right, but she refuses to tell me what that means. I know it is taking a toll on mom being so far away from Dad, but she holds it together well and has been a wonderful mother. My Alpha, George Zeek, of the Sleeping Moon pack, is a fair and strict leader. I know if he had a choice, he would not have given me to the Alpha of Black Meadow Pack, Francis Franen, that horrible day years ago. Black Meadow is one of the strongest packs besides the Alpha King’s pack. My pack is not weak, but going against the Black Meadow pack would lose a lot of innocent lives, which is why I agreed to go with Francis without any fight. My mother was very upset with the decision and had to be restrained by soldiers when I was taken away. I know she understood why I agreed to go without a fight, but she still promised me she would find a way to rescue me even if it cost her life.