Their Scarred Luna

   (Zeyliana Pov) Pain. That's all my life has been ever since that wretched day. My sister knows the truth. I told them she was lying but she's always been the Golden child. She can do no wrong in their eyes, I'm the mistake. The failed abortion. After people found out about me they couldn't get rid of me. It would ruin their image, but Moon-goddess knows they've tried their best. They've been verbally abusive since I can remember but the physical abuse started at 6. I even recall overhearing a conversation between about giving me up to the rogues.  Oh you're probably wondering who I am. Well I'm Zeyliana, I would tell you my last name but Frank and Helen said I don't deserve to carry their name or call them my parents. I'm turning 17  tomorrow at exactly 7:35 tomorrow morning. I wish I could say I'm excited for my birthday but who would be excited to get rejected. I already know who my mate is but that's a secret for another time. My alarm rings signaling it's time for me to wake up. Not that I can ever sleep. They keep me locked in the pack cellar with only a sheet. No raggedy mattress or anything like those w*****d stories people read. Just the ground and thin sheet that doesn't even reach my knees.  I stand up biting the inside of my cheek trying to ignore the pain between my thighs. My whole body aches but I always seem to notice that spot first. After all I had nothing else except my innocence and they took that years ago. I slowly and painfully try to calm my ragged breathing as I move to the corner of the room to get my clothes. I only have 2 shirts, 3 pairs of pants and 1 set of undergarments. I get dressed trying not to aggravate my already fractured and broken ribs. After knocking on the door thrice it is opened by my guard Ben. He's a kind man, a few years older than me. He doesn't beat me like the others, only smacks me around if he's in their presence. Him and his father tend to my wounds or give me scraps when they can. I stretch my hands forward and feel the familiar burning of the silver cuffs. I'm not allowed around the house without them on, they don't trust me. Ben smiles at me sadly as he leads me to the kitchen where I cook breakfast for the Alpha and Beta family along with the warriors.  My stomach painfully constricts as the smell of bacon wafts into my nostrils. It's been 4 weeks since I've last had any type of food. Scraps or anything of the like. I set the table for all 50 people and stand in the corner of the dining room. It's only a few minutes later that I hear the thundering of feet coming down the stairs.  The Alpha and Beta pairs are the first downstairs. They sit in their respectable positions as the rest of the 4th floor hurry down as to not keep them waiting. You may wonder how my life turned out like this. Well you see I'm a werewolf and like in the movies you shift. But I didn't. Well at least they think so. My wolf has been hiding her scent and not allowing me to shift resulting in me being beating within an inch of my life everyday. My brother used to protect me but after he turned 15 and came of age to find his mate he left. Last I heard he was the gamma of a strong pack. He had beta blood in him so finding his mate early is crucial. A wolf with alpha blood can find their mate at 14. In case you don't see where I'm going with this, the alphas son is my mate. He's known for 5 years and is the main one to beat and rape me. It hurts badly but my wolf hasn't given up yet so even if I did try to kill myself I'd just heal.  I get yanked out of my thoughts as I hear an annoyingly high pitched screech from the pack slut. My sister. Her eyes glare daggers at me as he growls "you little b***h where the f**k is my salad I told you no starch!" My eyes widen to the size of saucers as I look down. How could I have been so stupid. Frank, the beta and the man I used to call father, loosely of course. Yanked me by my hair as he growled. His grip on my dark brown oily locks tightened causing my scalp to sting. A whimper escapes my lips as he backhands my cheek "stupid little cunt how many time do we have to tell you before something sticks into that ugly little brain of yours!" I just look down holding back the whimper that threatens to escape my throat "i-im sorry s-s..." I receive a smack to the other side of my face as he throws me to the ground before dumping his scalding coffee onto my face "clean this up and make her some new food before that burn on your hideous face becomes the last if your worries" I nod in acknowledgement as I slowly stand up. I pray that they kill me one day. That I just close my eyes and never wake up to this wretched place I'd never call home. Tears fought their way into my eyes and I fought just as hard not to give them the satisfaction of watching my breakdown. As I made Brianna's salad my gaze wandered to the large chef's knife laying on the cutting board. My wolf Anya growled in my head pacing in the back of my mind. "Don't do it mate will help us"  I shook my head as a low dark laugh left my lips  "You and I both know he hates us just like the rest of them...you've already forgotten the pain he caused just last night...the fact that I can barely breath or that my body is covered in more scars" I hear her whimper as my hand reaches for the knife. I don't understand why she's upset, I'm doing her a favor. She's already made it clear how much she hates me. Hopefully I can make my wounds fatal enough before my healing factor kicks in.. We're both weak after all. As I hold the large knife in front of my numb heart I try to recall my happy memories. But sadness envelopes me when I can't remember any. I should be able to, I know I had some, like the days where they only gave me dirty looks and bad remarks. But I guess so many hits to the head can make you forget things.  I sighed sadly as tears well in my eyes before plunging the knife deep into my chest and twisting. I leave it in hoping to print the healing process as I sink to my knees on the tiles kitchen floor.  Footsteps are heard as I see my mate round the for we getting ready to hell at me, most likely for taking so long but I see him falter and worry shows in his eyes. But like a ghost it disappears like it was never there to begin with. A mournful whine leaves my lips as he drags me back to the dining room by my hair, face down causing the knife to dig further to the point it's coming out my back. He throws me at the wall growling "the little slut tried to escape her duties. Let's show her hell shall we. Letting her die peacefully would be too easy"  A sickening s**t eating grin covers his face as his father, my parents, and other High to Middle ranked pack members take off their belts or hurry to find anything to beat me with.  My mate, no, he doesn't deserve that title. He doesn't deserve my respect. Steven yanks the knife out off my chest and twirls it smirking. He yells out 'Go!' as they all pretty much  sprint towards me. So eager to cause me as much pain as possible. They stopped well past midnight spending the entire day to 'relieve stress' as they call it. I felt numb. My entire body was a bloody broken mess. Bones stuck out of my legs and arms, and my ribs punctured my lung and heart. Blood soaked the ground beneath me . My wounds healed and they'd make new ones. Once they finish my mate crouched to eye level smirking as if he knew something I didn't.  "I Steven Peirce reject you, Zeyliana Lenoir as my mate and Luna" I gasped, no, not out of surprise but the intense pain the course through my body. Before I could process what was happening I felt a silver blade being dragged along my skin. "now they'll anyone who looks at you will know how much of a slut you are" standing up he stabs the knife into my already broken leg and leaves me to rot in my own filth.  The last thing I see before darkness taking my vision is my ex-father standing over me unbuttoning his pants.