Alphas daughter
868 Words
I sat there, wondering what I’d done to deserve this.
This time, it was because I’d shown too much cleavage.
My so-called father had given me another beating.
I didn’t understand. What had I done wrong?
Ever since my mother left with my brother, he’d taken it all out on me.
“You… look… just… like… her… you… stupid… slut,” he spat, out of breath as the buckle of his belt struck my back again.
All I could do was curl into myself in the corner and take it.
I’d learned not to make a sound. That only made it worse. The last time I told him to stop, he’d ripped my shirt—torn my bra in half—and cut across my chest.
Now I knew better.
Don’t speak. Don’t look at him. Don’t react.
The quieter I was, the sooner it ended.
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I understood why my mother left. He used to beat her too—hurt her in ways I still couldn’t fully put into words.
But why didn’t she take me?
Why did she leave me behind?
I hated her for it.
And yet… I envied her.
I wished I had her courage.
No point thinking about that now. I forced my thoughts somewhere else—anywhere else. Somewhere better.
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My father, Warwick, was the Alpha of a small coastal pack. Mean. Cruel. Rotten to the core.
No wolf in their right mind stayed longer than six months—unless they were just as broken as he was.
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I was almost eighteen.
Which meant my Turning was close. After that… mating.
I didn’t want to be handed off to another pack like I was nothing. But if it meant getting out of here…
I’d do it.
Even if I had to pretend.
Even if it meant lying there and acting like I wanted it.
Pathetic, right?
My only hope for happiness was some fated mate I didn’t even believe in.
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Eventually, he stopped—either from exhaustion or because I finally looked “damaged enough.”
“Now look what you made me do,” he snapped. “This is your fault. If you didn’t anger me, this wouldn’t happen.”
His eyes burned into me.
“I’m trying to protect you. Make you worthy to be mated off. No dog will want a whore.”
He stepped back, disgust twisting his face.
“Go clean yourself up. You look like a f*****g dog.”
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I stayed there for a few minutes after he left, trying to pull myself back together.
What if he was right?
What if this really was my fault?
I swallowed the thought down. I couldn’t afford to believe it.
I just hoped that whoever I ended up with… wouldn’t be like him.
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I dragged myself to the mirror in my bedroom.
He wasn’t wrong.
I looked wrecked.
Turning slightly, I checked my back. One—maybe two—cuts were deep. The rest were raised welts, already darkening.
Not the worst I’d had.
I bit down hard on my lip as I wiped the blood away, refusing to cry out.
The shower stung as the water hit my skin, but I stayed under it anyway, scrubbing at myself like I could wash the feeling off.
I always felt dirty after.
Like no matter how much I cleaned, it would never be enough.
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School was my only escape.
Even if no one noticed me there.
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I dried my long strawberry-blonde hair and pulled on a loose jumper, careful not to let the fabric touch my back too much. Ripped jeans. My old white Converse.
Loose clothes were safer while I healed.
One of the few benefits of being a wolf—we healed faster.
Didn’t make it hurt any less.
Didn’t stop the scars.
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I slipped out of the house quietly.
I didn’t want to set him off again.
By the time I got back, he’d probably feel guilty. He always did. He’d buy me something pointless—like that made up for anything.
Like it kept me quiet.
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I was sick of it.
I wondered what my mother and brother were doing.
Josh.
My twin.
When we were younger, he drove me insane. Now… it felt like half of me was missing.
He could have stood up to him.
He could have taken over as Alpha.
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“FREYA!”
I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear.
“FREYA!”
This time, a hand slapped against my back.
I flinched hard, pain shooting through me.
“Oh—s**t, I didn’t mean to scare you!”
Lawrence stumbled back, nearly tripping over himself.
“It’s fine,” I said quickly. “I didn’t hear you.”
A lie.
“Can I walk with you to school?”
I hesitated. I’d rather be alone—but he looked so unsure, like he already expected me to say no.
“Sure,” I said finally. “But only if we don’t talk. I’ve got a headache coming on.”
He smiled like that was the best answer he could’ve hoped for.
We walked the rest of the way in silence
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