Dragon king's Angel

Chapter 2

Ase

Mild abuse*

10 years ago

Crack.

My jaw is definitely broken from the punch my uncle, The Alpha, just gave me.

Kick

My already bruised ribs are hurting on the verge of another break.

Today’s beating is because I left a dish in the sink. I never did. I was up till midnight doing all the cleaning. I thought I would be clever and suffer through the pain from that days beating, to get more done. That way, the next day, I could have an easier day. Goddess knows I need it.

As for the dish in the sink, someone had decided to make my life hell, having a midnight snack, and, of course, not washing up after themselves. They must have waited for me to leave the kitchen. No one here did any housework as they had me for it all.

Alpha was up extra early today. My wake-up time was 4am. He was in the kitchen already, a face filled with rage.

I wish the floor had opened and swallowed me whole. I knew that a beating was coming. Was today the day he used the whip? He loved to threaten me with it.

We had guests coming, Goddess forbids a dish was in the sink. This pack is the second highest ranking, so we had to make very good impressions.

My so-called uncle never liked me, and I never knew why. My mother used to keep out of sight of the pack from when I was born, I only remember the hut we lived in. I don’t know why my uncle hated us. When she passed, I did not have that luxury anymore of hiding in the hut. I was an easy target from the age of 5 till I ran at 14.

My uncle loved to tell me I was no family member, and how my mother should have closed her legs and not f****d someone outside. We keep our mates inside and must always be wolves, not different kinds. He had a mate lined up for her, we don’t always get our Goddess chosen mates. I never knew what he was on about, I was just a child, but I can never ask my mother as she is gone from this world. I do not know who my father is so I cannot ask him to give me the answers. The story is, he and my mum just had a one-night stand. I will never know.

''Dirty f*****g dishes in the sink, you lazy good for nothing b***h, lazy fat cow! Just like your mother!'’ Punch, kick, slap.

I wish I were fat, but I am so under-weight I can see every bone in my body.

At 14, it is a miracle I am still alive or maybe a curse to forever suffer.

''You will clean this house up until it sparkles. I want to see my f*****g face in the floor tiles, do I make myself clear b***h!'' Screaming in face, shaking me as well as hitting me. I could feel the spit flying onto my face.

''Yes, Alpha Sir.'' I do not know how I got that out with my jaw broken, but if I did not answer it would be a fate worse than death.

Today

I do not know why that memory popped into my head, the day I ran for my life. Adrenaline coursing through me to run, pain forgotten, survival mode activated.

I ran for my life that day. When my uncle left for the day to help sort out pack matters, I ran and just kept running. I cut all ties with the pack that day. I knew they all felt it. One thing they did not think of was going up to the mountains.

The story is that no one survives up there, the pack up there is brutal. Anyone who went up never came down. I had to avoid a few packs along the way up into the mountains.

I ran up the mountain not stopping, I found a tree to hide in it was big enough for me to fit. It had an opening from what looked like was a lightning strike.

I fit in with some room, being so small and starved helped me with that. The winds had picked up, clouds covered the sky ready for a huge storm, I worried if I would survive the night, but also, I was ready to meet the Goddess.

I only had a thin T-shirt on and some shorts. No shoes, I was not deserving of them.

If I do not survive tonight, I hope go in my sleep.

That is when Angus found me in his wolf form. A big dark brown wolf, sniffing through the hole in the tree. I knew he knew I was there, but I was too scared to even scream.

I believed I was going to die that day, a horrible brutal death.

I just cried like I had never cried before. The sobs racked my body. I struggled to breathe. All the years I have never been allowed to cry just came flooding out of me. The damn was broken, and I just couldn't stop it.

Angus switched back to his human form and quickly dressed in some joggers. He was young, around 16 years old.

Next along were the Alpha, Beta and Gamma. One look at me, and you could see the pity in their eyes.

Guess at least someone was going to morn my death.

Instead, my soon to be father put his hand out to me and let me take in my own time. He squatted down next to the hole in the tree where I sat, keeping his hand stretched out and waiting for me to take it.

Beta Odin made a comment that I was like a baby deer. He kept that nickname to this day.

I kept thinking if I should take his hand what if they are worse then my pack, what if they are just trying to be nice with my death? Looking into my soon to be father’s eyes, I see he was kind and wouldn’t hurt me, I felt it through my body to trust him, so I took his hand.

I was taken back to their home where I got to meet Lori, my soon to be mother. She took me under her wing that night, and I became their daughter.

I knew they wanted to officially adopt me, but I was so scared of the paperwork that went to the council that it would give my uncle a trail for me to come and force me back. With my story, I was able to have a private affair with just our pack, like a meeting.

Instead, I took on their last name and was accepted into the pack the next day, introducing me as their new daughter.

Their son, the soon-to-be Alpha, accepted me also. He will be returning in a few days for the tournament. I can't wait, I have missed my brother.

The day started as a wonderful day. All pack members have a rota. If you do the morning training, you do the gardening, diy, chores, or cook in the afternoon or evening.

This also includes the males. If you have the afternoon training, you will do everything in the morning/lunch.

We are all assigned something to do. This is how a pack functions and keeps the land thriving and how to keep our homes in working order. Here there is no titles, we are all warriors, no such thing as an omega, an alpha, beta or another title, only if other packs visit then they use the titles for them to understand.

Our Alpha is known as a leader. We just call him Sir, Beta Second leader and so on. We are all a pack. No one is better than the other, just our leaders to keep things in place and help protect them. When I arrived at the house, I had to explain what an omega was. With this pack we are old school. We go by the old ways, the way the Goddess set up for us at the beginning of time.

Traditions have never changed.

We are all a family of sorts, we all help, we do not have technology, such as mobile phones as the signal would be poor, game consoles as they distract, only the house phone the Alpha has in his office. He has a laptop, only for emails and events. Pen and paper have always been his go-to.

You could say we are off the grid.

This morning, it was my turn in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch, snacks, and clean the kitchen. My best friend Katy was with me helping. We bonded straight away. I met her just before my ceremony started.

She walked straight up to me, looked me dead in the eyes, and said,

‘I like you. We shall be best friends for all this life and the next.’

That was it. We were best friends from there.

Katy has the gift of sight in people’s souls, with this pack being the Goddess's way they are blessed with gifts.

No one outside knows this. If a member meets their mate, the mate must move to this pack to keep the secret and protect everyone here. Every wolf used to have a Goddess given powers or gifts, but when greed and power came into play, or they drifted away from the traditions, they were taken away, phased out, too dangerous to let them keep.

Now they are just legends, hear say. No one believes that anyone had gifts, just believing these to be fairy tales.

This is why we keep a secret, as we could be kidn*pped and used as a weapon. It has happened, a long time ago.

The morning was beautiful. The sun was shining, warm with a gentle breeze.

Katy and I were in the kitchen laughing, singing old songs that had been passed down through generations, just having the best time, but in the back of my mind something was nagging me, something was off, something was going to happen today.

My gut was telling me to prepare. I do not know why I had this feeling. All the packs arrive in two days. Maybe that’s why.

I stopped singing along and started to think about what was nagging at me, something is wrong. I need to tell my father, anytime I have a feeling like this it always comes true, usually I know what it is, but today the Goddess is keeping it away from me, she is protecting me or someone else knows and trying to protect me, this is not going to be good.