Abused Hybrid

I look in the mirror after my morning shower and wonder what I ever did to deserve this life. I’m a super skinny, I’m a short 5”3 and my hazel green eyes are not as bright as they were as a child. My long brown hair reaches my bottom since I haven’t had a hair cut in 6 years. My body is covered in bruises and cuts. I snap out of my thoughts and quickly put my 4 year old black leggings on a simple gray t shirt with a few wholes in it. I run out to the kitchen and start the packs breakfast. I make pancakes, bacon, sausage and fresh fruit. My stomach is grumbling but I’m only allowed to eat at night after everyone is finished with dinner. I quickly leave the kitchen until everyone is done eating and I start dishes. Alpha Chris comes in and spins me around and pulls my hair so I look up at him. “We are having the Werewolf King Stephan and Prince Kristof tonight. I expect the pack house to clean and a nice dinner to be ready at 6pm sharply.” He said and let’s go of my hair. Great I get to make a fancy meal and I won’t get to eat tonight since we will be having guests who will be here late I think to my wolf Selena. I have a feeling today will be a good day Selena says. I roll my eyes at her. I think the beatings are starting to affect her brain. I chuckle to myself and start to clean the pack house. It’s now 4pm and the pack house is spotless. I decide to make lasagna, garlic bread, salad and no bake cheesecake. I set the table and put the food on it. Alpha Chris comes in and drags me into the kitchen and throws me against the counter. I feel the gash and the blood run down my face. Through the haze I look up at my Alpha. He slaps me and kicks me in the stomach. “You better stay in your stupid room tonight. I do not want to see your face and you do not show your face to our guests” he spits at me. Kicking me one more time. I think I heard a c***k and i knew he broke a rib or two. I slowly get up with help if the counter. Dizziness comes over and I try to stay standing. I slowly make my way to my small room off the kitchen. It used to be a mud room for shoes and coats. Now it’s my room with my old mattress on the floor. My tub of 3 pair of leggings, 4 t-shirts and 2 pairs of under garments. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes wanting the darkness to take me.