Wolves don't get fairytales

The pack house

*Cassandra POV*

  Calypso nudges me from my misery, though I'm sure she feels just as bad as I do. My heart feels like it's been ripped into tiny pieces. 

"We have to go now. Maybe everything will be fixed, we might not have our mate, but he cannot make us do anything until he is truly our alpha." Calypso sounded so far away, but I knew she was right. It was time to go back. Maybe dad would have something to say, maybe since he knows what it's like to lose a mate. 

    I walked out of the cave, and I noticed the moon was out, and it looked so beautiful,  like a smile. It felt like the moon goddess was smiling down at me. That she cared. So I stopped and prayed to her, begging her for another chance, for a way to get out of here. 

    Once I was done, I headed home, hugging myself. I wished I could take a bath, but I was only allowed to use the outside pump. 

    Getting home I used the pump to wash my face, though I paused when I heard the back door to the house open.

    Looking up fear shot through as I saw my dad, he looked the angriest I've ever seen him. When he got close enough he roughly grabbed my hair and yanked me towards the house.

    "Ow! Dad! Let go!" I screeched, trying to force him to let go, but the more I tried the more it hurt. 

    "You're not my daughter! You're a murderer" he growled and threw me into the kitchen.

    "A baby is not a murderer" I whimpered and rubbed my scalp.

    "There she is." Alpha Wayne! I turned to look at him, why was he here. Oh god.God.

    "A-alpha Wayne! You grace us with your presence." I bowed my head, hoping there was good news.

    "I heard about this morning." He frowned. Oh this might not be good. "My son rejected you. And for good reason. You would be a disgrace." 

    Even Alpha Wayne hated me? Everyone hated me. How could this happen? My life was supposed to be a fairytale. I was supposed to be whisked off my feet away from here by my mate. 

Even the Moon Goddess must hate me then.

    "As such," Alpha Wayne continued, "I heard what my son also decreed. Being as your own parents don't want you, you might as well come to the pack house. You will cook and clean. Omega."

    I stared hard at Alpha Wayne before hanging my head and nodding slowly. "...yes Alpha Wayne." 

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    Moving into the pack house, my new room became the closet in the basement. By the leaky pipes. It wasn't so bad, at least it didn't smell like animal poop.

    My daily life didn't change much, besides not being allowed to shift anymore, and no longer being allowed to go to school. Calypso barely spoke to me. Only small words to get me through the week. 

    Almost a year had passed, and now Marcus was becoming our alpha, Susan was 18, and they were to be mated. It killed me to see them prance around the pack house, kissing and cuddling each other. He was supposed to be mine, goddess chose him for me. But I guess it wasn't meant to be.

    Leading up to the ceremony of Marcus becoming alpha, my beating became worse. It was then that some guys decided they would try to cash in on the second part of Marcus's command. 

    I was scrubbing the floor when it happened, they came up behind me.

    "Grab her hands" I heard one of the guys whisper- maybe it was Peter? It sounded like Peter.

I didn't fight, thinking it was just another beating. That was when another guy- I think his name was Ricky- ripped my shirt. I inhaled sharply. This was not going to happen, I wouldn't allow it. 

    I kicked and squirmed, "No! I will not!!" I landed a kick into Ricky's stomach, and scratched the one holding my hands, I didn't even look at their face before I was throwing punches. 

    "Stop!" It was an alpha command. I froze and looked over. Marcus growled "You're not allowed to refuse. Goddess you don't listen." He came down the stairs and smacked me hard, and I gasped. "Boys, take her outside." 

    "M-marcus! Please!" He pleaded as they grabbed my arms and dragged me outside, and they handcuffed me to the wooden pole. It was only meant to be a serious punishment. Like traitors. The handcuffs were made of silver and they burned. Peter ripped the rest of my shirt from my body.

    I shivered as I heard the crack of the whip. Oh God. The whip also had silver embedded in it so make sure the whip left scars. 

    Hanging my head, I cry out when it first makes contact. I gripped the pole for some semblance of gravity. Calypso took over my mind, allowing me to pass into some kind of mental slumber while she took the brunt of my pain.