The Rejected Abused Fox, and her Twin King Alpha Mates

Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep… I stop the alarm before the sound of it startles anyone else awake. I check the clock and see it is 4am, I need to get up and get the alphas house clean and get breakfast started before they wake up. Getting out the bed I put on a pair of hand-me-down jeans that are too big along with a oversized graphic tee. All of my clothes are old clothes that the alphas daughter can no longer fit or clothes that she thinks are now out of style and ugly. I tie my hair up into a messy bun wash my face and brush my teeth. I have to remember to ask the alpha for more soap and toothpaste, I don’t ask for anything but the necessities. Each chance they get both the alpha, his daughter remind me that I owe them my life. They found me on the pack-lands border and instead of killing me; like he likes to remind me daily; he decided to keep me and raise me. Not like one of his own but as a personal servant for his horrible wretched family. His Luna is just as cruel as her daughter and husband, they only decent member of the family is his son, he’s not particularly nice to me but he doesn’t abuse me like the rest of his family. Breaking my train of thought I walk out of my room, well if you can call it thst. I was given the half room at the back of the house right by the cleaning supply closet so I could get to what I needed quickly and without haste.its big enough for a bed so I’m content, I know not to ask for more I don’t want to give them another reason to beat on me. I grab the supplies I need and go ahead and start cleaning the hallways and empty rooms and then the alphas youngest room his son Gavin. I stop in front of the alphas daughters room, Tiffany is her name and cruelty is her game. Remembering the last time I came in to clean her room while she was sleeping sent a shiver down my spine. I accidentally kicked her bed startling her awake she got 2 warriors to beat me up. I was sore for a couple weeks after that. Creaking the door open quietly I snatch up all the clothes off the floor being careful to not make any noise, sprinting to the door I left open I hurled the clothes onto the basket I left by the door. I grabbed my spray bottles and rag and tip toed into the bathroom to clean it. I wrap the rag around the spray bottle to silence the squirt sound and wipe everything down. Organizing her countertop and wrapping her different hair tools up placing them in their specific place. I grab the old towels and any other clothes she may have sprawled on the ground and take them to the walk-in closet with me. I fix the clothes that are barley hanging on hangers and pull out the steamer getting it hot I grab the clothes on the floor in the closet and went back to the bathroom, I dropped them on the floor on top of my feet and ankles. I creek the door open and peek out to see if I woke the she devil. I hear soft snores and see she’s still fully underneath the covers head and all. I sigh a breath of relief, and scoop the clothes up from the floor at my feet. I sprint hobble to the basket being as quiet as possible, silently cursing at every toe and joint that pops within me. I drop the clothes in the basket and turn around to check to see if my squeaky joints caused my temporary doom. To my surprise she is still sound asleep, I could almost jump for joy if I up was not to scared to wake her up. Today might be a good day after all, I quickly stealthily sprinted through her room and bathroom back to the closet to finish up in here so I can clean the alphas room and then start breakfast before they get up. I grab the now hot steamer and steam her clothes until I don’t see any wrinkles, I them organize her many, many, many shoes. I put the steamer back and grabbed some fresh towels from the closet and replace them in the bathroom. I go to the toilet paper and tear off the first couple of squares and then fold the first one into a envelope and stamp it on the faucet to make it look like wax under a seal the way they taught me many years ago when I was able to understand instructions. Finished with Tiffany’s room I make my way to the Alpha Rome’s room and quickly clean it the same way I did Tiffany’s I ESPECIALLY did not want to wake the alpha and luna the punishment would have been worse than anything Tiffany could have came up with. Alpha Rome is not a good man or a good alpha. Neither is his Luna Elizabeth she is a disgusting mean horrid old hag, her and her daughter share many characteristics. This pack, Silber Silex, has to be one of the worst most corrupted packs on the face of the planet. Everyone here is mean spirited and obsessed with status the omegas get treated bad here, but guess what’s worse than a omega? Me, the orphan they found abandoned at the packs border who’s life they spared only to make them a slave. I try not to dwell on it because soon I won’t be so alone. I’ll be turning 16soon, at least that’s what one of the only nice people in the pack tells me. Her name is Ruth, she’s the packs doctor she heals my injuries often as I am always getting beaten. She is a sweet old woman she’s been doing blood work on me to see how old I am or at least attempt to calculate my actual birth year. Turns out I’m around the same age as the alphas daughter Tiffany, as our cells under the microscope reacted the same in all of her experiments. I am of shifter blood as I heal quickly, they are just not sure what kind of shifter I am. I’m smaller than most people around my age not like malnutrition smaller just smaller in stature and size. Tiffany is around 5”10 with a tall curvy frame her strawberry blonde locks cascade down to the top of her butt naturally curly. All of the women around here are tall and beautiful on the outside only for the majority of the population here. The men are taller and even more handsome but sadly that’s where it all stops, just gorgeous hunks of men flesh. No thought behind the mask, just muscles and a nice face. It is a shame all of these beautiful men and women are just empty glasses, to worried about looks and status to notice anything further than their own noses I stand at 5”6 with a slim, thick frame. Tiffany’s clothes do no justice to my body as they make me look like I’m fat especially since all you can see in these oversized shirts is just my full bust not my waist and these big baggy jeans just complete the look of the “big homeless girl”. No one knows what I look like under these clothes but me and Ruth of course, she often had to cut me out of the clothes in order to tend to my more serious wounds. She likes to try to pressure me into letting her buy me some clothes thst will fit me better but I refuse I know what comes with that territory I would rather have them keep ignoring me like they do now instead of showing me unnecessary attention, I already get beat on, glad that is all they do. I would like to remain intact until I am able to escape and find my mate.