Her Alpha's Redemption

Chapter 1

Brielle’s POV

“Hey killer, where is my breakfast?” I tried to not make any noise out of frustration. Saying something would only make things worse, I know who that voice belonged to. I was preparing to start cooking breakfast, after I had just finished cleaning the dishes from last night. No matter how much I try to make sure and finish everything the night before, it’s never enough. I always wake up to a huge load of dishes to wash in the morning, and this is after I make the kitchen spotless before going to bed every night.

Every bone in my body hurts, every part of me is bruised and broken, but somehow that isn’t enough pain for me. I might be the Alpha’s daughter, but I am nothing but an abomination. A curse that brought ruin upon her own family and pack. Unwanted, unloved and hated by everyone around me. My name is Brielle Thorne, and this is my life.

Sometimes I feel like I see pity in some of the older pack members' eyes, but I must be delusional to think that right? After all, why would they feel pity for someone who killed their Luna and their future Alpha. I might be the first-born daughter of an Alpha but I can never be the Alpha. That’s how it has always been in this pack. What’s even more surprising is, I am the first-born Alpha female in a very long line of strong male Alphas in our family.

So having just me wasn’t enough for my father, Alpha Victor. He wanted the Shadow Moon Pack to be the strongest in history. And to achieve that he needed a male heir. So he was thrilled when he found out he was having a boy the second time around. The pack rejoiced at the news of their new Alpha, and it would have been perfect if I hadn’t been stubborn and asked mom to bring me my favourite cake for my birthday.

That was the last time I saw her, I was five years old then. All I know is I lost my family that day. On her way back to the pack, mom was attacked by a group of rogues, and she couldn’t shift to protect herself because of her pregnancy. By the time help arrived, it was already too late, and just like that my mother, and my unborn little brother were gone forever.

I lost my father that day too. He blamed me for losing his mate, and son. Rightfully so, if I had been a good girl and not behaved like an entitled brat, my mom and little brother would still be alive. Dad never looked at me with anything but disgust and hate since that day. To add to his humiliation, I never shifted into my wolf. Even though my wolf, Eclipse, has been with me since I was eight but no one believes me. They probably thought I was trying to save face. Maybe I was, I don’t really know anymore.

“How dare you try to ignore me, you b***h?!” Stacy yelled before she slapped me hard across the face. I winced at the impact, and I’m pretty sure my face was already bruised and was now starting to swell up too. They never let go of a chance to hurt me. Especially Stacy, she thinks she’s going to be the next Luna of the Shadow Moon Pack.

She is mated to my cousin Ryker who would be the next Alpha since my father never took a chosen mate after mom died. It just shows how much he loved my mother. “When are we getting breakfast you freak?” Stacy yelled, getting in my face bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I was just starting to cook the eggs and bacon, but don’t worry it will be ready on time before everyone arrives.” I replied, trying to not step on her toes. She’d just find something else to pick on me, all she needs is one wrong move.

“Good!” She said, then grabbed my hair and pulled hard making me hiss in pain. “You’re a nobody, no one wants you here. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re the Alpha’s daughter you would have been kicked out a long time ago. Don’t worry, you won’t have to suffer any longer. As soon as I become Luna, my first order of business would be to throw filth off my pack. I don’t want a Luna killer in my house, what if you decide to kill me next? Just remember, I’m always watching you.” She sneered before pushing me on the floor.

“Pathetic!” She spat, and left throwing more insults at me. I couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down my face any longer. I know why I deserve every punishment, every insult thrown at me, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. This was supposed to be my pack, my people, my family, but I’m nothing more than a stranger here.

I have survived thirteen years, trying to repent for my mistakes. Hopefully, it will be enough for my father to forgive me one day. And maybe, just maybe the Moon Goddess will find me worthy enough to bless me with a mate. Someone who would love me as much as dad loved mom. But maybe not so much that he’d make our child suffer one day.

Forcing to pull myself together, I wipe my tears and start cooking. I make scrambled eggs, sunny side-up eggs, bacon, croissants, fresh orange juice, tea, coffee and finally grilled chicken sandwiches. After putting food in serving bowls and trays, I carry it to the dining room.

I breathe a sigh of relief for making it just in time. As I set the last few plates, I hear the commotion and everyone arrives. Stacy struts in with a confident smirk but it falters when she realizes the food is already on the table. Seeing the look of surprise and disappointment in her faces gives me some satisfaction. At least, I saved myself from a beating for serving breakfast late.

“Did you get someone to help you with everything? There’s no way you could have done this alone?” Stacy yelled, grabbing my arm in a tight grip. I do this every f*****g day, and who in their right mind would want to help me? No one even cares to talk to me unless absolutely necessary.

“I didn’t, you saw me cooking.” It was stupid to make her see sense. When Stacy wanted to get me in trouble, she always succeeded.

“Don’t f*****g talk back to me! Who did you threaten?” Like I could threaten a dog let alone one of the pack members to do s**t for me.

“What the hell is going on in here?” My father’s voice boomed inside the dining room. Stacy instantly turned to look at our Alpha, a sickly sweet smile on her bitchy face. Ugh! I hate calling someone names, I go through that every day and wouldn’t want to wish it on my worst enemy. But Stacy does it for me, she makes me want to call her all sorts of names. If only I can act on it.

“Alpha,” she bows her head respectfully. I internally cringe at the way she flutters her eyes at my father. She has a mate for God’s sake. Ryker just rolls his eyes at her. It’s probably why she’s so desperate for attention because Ryker doesn’t want her. “I was just making sure this slave knows her place. I think she’s trying to—” my father’s impatient growl interrupts her words. She seems taken aback from the sudden change in his mood. Hell, even I’m shocked at his behaviour.

“Let her go!” He growls, making her flinch as she lets go of my arm. “Next time, don’t get yourself involved in matters that don’t concern you. Until Ryker actually accepts and marks you, you have no right to interfere in anything concerning the pack. Even then it would be very limited so know your place.” The warning in his voice is clear.

Dad then motions for everything to eat as he takes his seat at the head of the table. I silently serve him breakfast, trying not to think too much about what happened a minute ago. Unfortunately, I wince in pain trying to move my hand to work.

Frowning, he looks up at me before saying, “visit the infirmary and get something for the pain.” My heart immediately leaps with joy. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift. This was the first time in thirteen years that my father has shown some sort of care towards me.

I could see the look of surprise in everyone’s faces at the turn of events. But just when I was holding on to the hope of finally getting my father back, he burst my bubble.

“We have a very important meeting tomorrow. Alphas from all over the country will be in attendance, make sure you clean every inch of the pack house. Then prepare a dinner menu and prepare everything for tomorrow’s party. That doesn’t mean you can forget about breakfast and lunch. Everything should be immaculate and make sure the food is excellent.” His cold voice pierces my heart, and I silently nod my head in understanding as I swallow the sob threatening to get out.

Tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday and for a few moments I really thought my life would get better, but once again it was nothing but my wishful thinking.