The Alpha and The Warrior Slave

THE PRESENT - ESMERELDAS POV Two days before my 18th birthday and I'm sat here in my cell, confined in chains like a criminal. I do what I've done every other dull, miserable day for the past year and count down the hours until my birthday. They will not be able to keep me any longer, I am not a true member of this pack, and have no ties to keep me here any longer. I will walk out of this horrific pack on my 18th birthday with my head held high, and end my godforsaken life at long last. There is nothing keeping me on this grim earth any longer, not since that day. I have no one to love, no-one to love me, and what little heart and soul I did have left was ripped from my body the moment they killed my unborn child on my 17th birthday. I have had the same nightmare plaguing my dreams every night for the past year and my poor heart cannot take anymore. All the life has been drained out of me, to the point that I am just a useless sack of s**t. 2 days left until I find the moon goddess and sweet beautiful little baby girl. Whatever i did to deserve such cruel torture and punishment I will never know. I may not be the prettiest, or the brightest or even the damn funniest, but my soul was pure, my intentions good and my heart full of hope. Now all I can feel is darkness. 1 YEAR & 4 MONTHS INTO THE PAST - ESMERELDA'S POV I woke up to a banging and screaming at my door - "Get up b**ch, you are needed and do not think twice about making me tell you again" The pure shrill of her voice makes me whince. I swear once I get out of this place, that voice will still haunt me in my dreams. There is no way to describe it, other than a mix between a witches cackle and a cat slowly being strangled to death. That was my dearest stepmother Luna Cordelia. Happy birthday to me, I thought to myself. As miserable of a day as it was going to be, I have only got one year left of this hellhole. I can get through this, I told myself. I can celebrate regardless - albeit not so much in a little store cupboard i called home, with no friends or anyone that liked me. Okay - I couldn't celebrate, but I could try to sneak breakfast in today whilst I'm cooking for the ranking pack members. That was good enough for me. "You've got me" Rose said. Rose was my wolf. She has been with me since I was 7 years old, although she doesn't frequent me with her presence much anymore. I remember the night she first came to me very clearly as it was the first night my father and stepmother beat me to the point of unconsciousness. At first she frightened the living daylights out of me, but over the years I have come to grow fond of her. Despite how annoying she can be, at least I was not entirely alone. There were only a few memories of my childhood years that I hadn't repressed, looking back I can see that Rose had probably taken the brunt of them to preserve me and shield my soul from the darkness of my father and stepmother. The one memory that I will always cherish in my heart, is of my mother. She died when I was 6 years old. I don't know much of how she passed, but my father Alpha Reginald had once told me that he went in the forest with her one evening and they got attacked by Rogues. She was killed on the spot. Flashback "Sweetie, can I come in?" My mummy had the purest voice, like baby birds singing. 'Yes mummy' I responded. "Oh my sweet baby, please don't cry". She said as my sobs filled the room. I was hiding in the corner with my knees tucked into my chest. Daddy had been mean to mummy again, I hate it when daddy is mean to mummy. She doesn't deserve it, mummy should be loved. She is a kind mummy. "Mummy, why does daddy shout and hit you like that. He scares me, and I hate it when he does that to you" I spluttered out between my sobs. "One day I am going to be big and strong and I am going to take you away mummy, so he can never hurt you again" "You don't need to do that my little cherry pie, you are the light of my life, my beautiful little girl, and the reason for my existence. There is nobody more precious in this world than you. One day soon, I will take you and we will go far away from here, just me & you forever, on our own adventure. Until then, I wanted to give you this" Mummy hands me a beautiful chain with a little wolf hanging off. In place of where the wolves heart should be is a turquoise gem. "It matches your eyes my sweet little wolf. Keep this with you always, and no matter what happens, mummy will always be with you. Now come and cuddle up next to me, you need some sleep darling". I cuddle into mummy's lap whilst she sings me a lullaby, the same as every night. Mummy makes me feel warm and safe and I never want to leave her arms, I think to myself as I dose off into dream land.. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey, you never know how, how much I love you. Please don't take my, sunshine away". End of Flashback A small tear creeps its way out down my cheek as I recall that memory. I wipe it away quickly, before it turns into an ocean of tears. That was the last time I ever saw my mother. Sometimes when it all gets too much, I would cry into my pillow and hum her lullaby and hope that somewhere, somehow she is with me. Brushing the memory aside, I quickly get dressed into my rags were provided for me. They may have holes and stains in them after wearing them everyday for 2 years, but they were clothes and I was grateful. Its the small mercy's in life and some of the few belongings I own. I sleep on the floor with just a tatty pillow I found in the rubbish collection and a blanket that was given to me by one of the omega's, Ophelia. She was an older lady in her fifties, but still very much beautiful, with her long auburn hair and deep green eyes that shine like emeralds. Although she would not dare be seen speaking to me, she has a kind heart. She provided me with a blanket, even when doing so was a surefire way to get sent to the dungeon if caught. I have been sent to the dungeon plenty of times and never ever would I get used to the pungent scent of death and torture in them cells. I make my way through the packhouse, getting ready to start preparing breakfast and doing the chores, like every other day. I keep my head down like I am supposed to and hopefully for one day I can avoid doing anything wrong and receiving a beating. I am banned from making eye contact with any of the pack members, to ensure I don't degrade them with my presence. They sure make themselves known though. " What you doing here, you piece of trash" " Haven't you done us all a favour and died yet" " Can you get out of my way, you stink like rats p**s, w***e" I have learnt to ignore the comments, I have heard them a thousand times over, as no one can think of anything original to insult me with. I enter the kitchen, just hoping they stay well clear and leave me alone. I stop immediately, keeping my head down as I can see I'm not alone.