You’re my mate

Violet's POV I suddenly jolted awake, feeling a surge of pain in my stomach from a forceful kick. I huddled under my tattered blanket, tears pooling in my eyes, while I lay on the forest floor within the makeshift shelter of the White Fur pack. "Get up, you worthless mutt!" A sharp nasal voice pierced the air. It was Nellie, my father's mate, and my stepmother, who had spoken. "Nobody has infinite time for you, you i***t!" she spat, delivering another kick to my chest, eliciting a whimper of pain from me. "We're moving out. The hounds of the White Fur pack have detected us." Rogues were despised by every pack, and once discovered, they were swiftly eliminated. The White Fur Pack had a reputation for hunting down rogues and killing them without mercy. I am Violet Clark, aged nineteen. My father and stepmother are rogues, and we live as nomads alongside a handful of others, who view me with desire as if I were the rogue pack's harlot. Astonishingly, I've managed to maintain my virginity thus far. With a grunt and a string of curses, Nellie hastened her departure, leaving me alone. "Why don't we just end her life?" my wolf, Opal, grumbled. "Taking her life would be a death sentence for me from my father." I sobbed, confessing to myself, "My wolf, once mighty, now frail from endless torment and hunger, lacked the strength she deserved." She snarled, "Violet, we'll flee." "They're draining us," she continued. "Just yesterday, your father lashed you seriously. How much more can I endure?" I rose, brushing away tears, ignoring the profound ache that penetrated my very bones. I was aware my wounds would soon bruise, healing sluggishly, leaving behind scars." I tied my sandy brown hair tossing it into a haphazard bun, I gathered my blanket tightly, tears flowing freely at my wretched fortune. If only my mother were here… Stories have it that my mother, Fiona, captivated my father, Alex, in her grasp. However, shortly after my birth, she met her demise under confusing circumstances, shrouded in mystery. A month later, my father introduced his new mate, Nellie. She arranged for me to be raised by my mother's sister, Macy, from the White Fang pack. However, when I reached the age of five, I unexpectedly returned to my father's care, though the reasons behind this decision remain unknown to me. From that moment on, my life took a downward spiral. Both Alex and Nellie harbored a deep hatred towards me. My father relentlessly subjected me to physical abuse and punishment at every turn, with no respite in sight. He demanded I perform even the most menial tasks, despite the presence of other rogues around him. "You're still whimpering, asshole!" my stepsister, Sade, shouted. "I hope you get killed today! Why are we carrying you along with us? You are such baggage!" she cursed. With a wince, I gathered my meager belongings-a small bag containing a blanket, a pair of jeans, a worn-out shirt, and a set of underwear. Hastily, I dashed out into the chilly night wearing only shorts and a tank top, shivering from the cold. My father had already transformed into his wolf form, emitting a menacing snarl in my direction before bolting out of the cave where we sought refuge. My mother swiftly followed suit. Soon, we all shifted into our wolf forms, sprinting through the forest in a desperate attempt to evade the warriors of the White Fur Alpha. But a mere few hundred meters into our escape, we were met with menacing snarls and howls echoing behind us, accompanied by the heavy thud of pursuing footsteps. "Run faster!" my father's urgent voice echoed in our minds. Ignoring my pain, I pushed myself to move quicker, but within minutes, the haunting howls drew closer, signaling our imminent demise. I ran with all the strength I could muster, desperate to outrun our impending doom. I sprinted with all my might, fully aware that halting meant certain death. Yet, despite my efforts, I couldn't match the speed of the other rogues. Agonizing pain pierced through my chest, stomach, and back like shards of ice, with each breath sending waves of torment through my body. I couldn't help but wonder if Nellie's brutal kicks had broken a bone or two in my ribcage. "See, I told you," Opal grumbled. "He is trying to kill us. Leave them." "What can I do, Opal?" I said to her, "If I leave this pack, where will I go?" Don't you know lone wolves are hunted down and killed instantly?" "Now is the moment to part ways with your father," Opal urged urgently. "Follow me, turn right, and I'll guide you to your mother's pack. They'll surely welcome you with open arms." Aware of Opal's protective intentions, I still harbored uncertainty about being welcomed by my mother's pack. After all, they had forsaken a harmless five-year-old like me in the past. "No, we stick to my father!" I instructed and Opal grumbled. But my stars were not in my favor that day. In a heartbeat, calamity descended as a sharp bite pierced my leg while another assailant struck from behind. My anguished howl filled the air as I crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony on my belly. When I looked back, I saw Sade's fangs, dripping in blood and Nellie glaring at me. My father's angry voice came to my head. "Come back girls. Leave her to die!" I whimpered. So this was their plan to get rid of me finally? To maul me and leave me to die? To leave me in the fate of the ruthless warriors of the White Fur pack? Opal's pain forced her to yield control. "Lead, Violet," she urged, her voice strained. Taking command, I scrambled up a tree for safety. However, my respite was short-lived as a White Fur warrior grasped my hair, yanking me to the ground and hurling me some twenty feet away. Excruciating pain and horror gripped me when I saw him towering over me. He snarled at me, peeling his lips back. "We found a rogue," he yelled, calling all others as he removed his dark curly hair from his hazel eyes. I scrambled away from him, scared as hell. From the corner of my eyes, I saw five giant werewolves coming in my direction. They surrounded me, their heads dipped, their lips peeled back exposing sharp fangs. "Finish her," the warrior ordered. "So this is the end?" I closed my eyes, waiting for it. "It was better that I died." There was so much pain all over my body that I didn't have the strength to live. I was fed up with being treated lowest of the low among the rogues. I was exhausted mentally and physically. Apologizing to Opal, my wolf, with a sense of defeat, I admitted, "I can't endure this anymore." Bracing myself for the inevitable, I anticipated the warriors' vicious attack, only to be halted by a commanding voice uttering a firm "Wait" "Alpha!" the warriors bowed in reverence, offering their necks in submission to him. My eyes snapped open, drawn to the source of the commanding voice. Before me stood an alpha male, completely unclothed. My breath caught, yet it wasn't the pain that held me captive-it was the mesmerizing gaze of his stunning green eyes, pinning me in place. He was a paradox-terrifying and breathtakingly beautiful all at once. With shoulder-length waves of midnight blue hair and chiseled features, he towered over me like a formidable mountain. Despite being on the brink of death, I found it hard to draw breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the Alpha before me, his naked form commanding attention. "Mate," my wolf purred.