The Unloved Female Alpha

Thirteen - 4

(Warning - Some violence)

The day of my thirteenth birthday started out like any other, up at five am, training at six, shower, breakfast, school, work, I was working on my sociology paper that day. My parents had a dinner planned later that night but I had ran down to the kitchen for a quick snack.

When I came into the hall, I saw my dad leading Diane, the seamstress from the dress shop, into his office. I assumed she was there for a special dress for my mother and went back up to my room. Ten minutes later I heard my mom crying, I went to her room and saw a familiar image, her in tears, clutching her stomach, and I knew this was my chance to prove those stupid she wolves wrong. I ran down to my father's office, turned the doorknob. Locked, the f**k, he never locks the door, he literally has an "open door policy" and then I heard a moan and a female giggle. I blacked out.

Parts are still a blur, but thanks to video surveillance I know I kicked the door in. I yelled at my father for betraying his family and told the b***h to get out. How dare he betray my mother with that trash!

As she stood up buttoning her blouse, her bleached blonde hair with overgrown black roots that made her look like a broke Cruella Deville, 'LOOK PUP, ITS NOT MY FAULT THE ALPHA WANTS ME AND NOT THAT LUNA' . I literally took a second to ask myself 'Did this b***h just say what I think she did?' I decided she had and told her 'First off, That Luna is my MOTHER and if you Say one more f*****g word and I'll snatch your f*****g throat from your body, Get out'. Of course the b***h didn't listen and turned to my dad and started to ask 'Are' , I can only assume she was going to say 'Are you gonna let her talk to me like that' but the world will never know, as soon as I heard the Are sound, my claws were out and I pulled her trachea from her body and threw it against my father's wall.

Leaving her body to fall where it may.

Apparently, me kicking the Alpha's door in brought my Uncle Gerald and the guards to his office, I looked at them on my way out and asked them to clean the mess up for me and went back to writing my paper that was due in a day.

When I got to my room my mother came in screaming "What have you done?" seriously, she's mad at me, wow, I wouldn't tell her I did what she should have, I wouldn't tell her what needed to be done. I wouldn't say anything. I just let her yell, her anger was misdirected but whatever.

The following days were very tense, I didn't leave my room, I did not want to see my father, for one I didn't want to hear him say 'Baby Girl it's not what you think', when I know damn well it is exactly what I think and I wasn't quite sure I wouldn't kill him as well.