Chapter 1 đź–¤
***(P.O.V.)***
I have never been given a name before....or people just don't use it anymore, I don't really know...but they call me "girl"...or... sometimes they use curse words as a name for me.
I think I should have forgotten my real name a long time ago but my spirit, Snow, still uses it, Saying that it's "unique" or something.
I don't talk to anyone except her so I am practically mute by choice, but people from the pack don't get it through their thick skulls so they are still waiting for me to speak, but it won't happen anytime soon.
I sighed as the door slammed open, revealing the most kindest soul ever, note the sarcasm. Here we go again.
He stalked towards me with a smirk, eyes filled with pure evil and hatred. I mentally rolled my eyes as he came closer.
The sound of metal clicking echoed in the dirty, damp basement as he unlocked all my chains. Every inch of my body is sore and swollen. It feels like I have been hit by a truck. Ugh.
He studied my face to see any kind of emotion but like always he came up with nothing. I am an emotionless b***h. Everyone knows that.
When I am tortured I never shed tears, never scream and never show them any kind of pain. I've grown numb to it and I think that my pain tolerance now is so high and That's an advantage.
Just as I expected, I was welcomed with a blow to the stomach and as always I stayed still and never even flinched. His next move is a punch to the face....and right, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Ooh great...
"You b***h, go up and cook us breakfast...hurry" he said as he stormed out of the room. I got up and limped to the basement door, and before I exit this room I regained my composure, straightened my back, head held high I made my way to the pack's kitchen.
As an omega (maid) I shouldn't look confident, but I am not weak and I am proud of myself...it's not like I did anything wrong to be ashamed and look down. No, I am not like that.
As I passed wolves, I didn't bother the insults that are being thrown my way. I don't even look at them. Let them bark all they want.
I was grabbed by the shoulder and turned around harshly. My right cheek stings as he slapped me so hard that my head went flying to the other side. I didn't even frown or do anything aside from smirking. b***h.
He kicked me in my stomach and that's when I felt it. The most disgusting feeling ever. Warm liquid started streaming down my legs and what I saw next shocked me. Blood?
It's not my period. I'm sure of it. Memories flash right in front of my eyes.
Pictures of me throwing up, craving food, and feeling another presence inside of me. A 3rd presence. I never knew this was possible.
Who is the father? I don't even remember. I can't count. I know what you must be thinking...I'm not a slut.
I never chose whether I wanted it or not. For me to live, they sell my body over to both males and females...just for money...
And people call me slut for that matter when they should be called that themselves.
So I'm pregnant? And it's a miscarriage? This is the 4th time now and I'm sick of it.
I looked at him through my lashes. He was standing there, confused, satisfied, and scared.
I slowly stood up and stalked towards him slowly. He started backing away until he touched the cold wall.
I'll show him what it feels like to be tortured. I'll make sure of it.
I held his hands and in one swift motion, I broke both of his wrists. He cried out in agony and it was music to my ears.
Sadistic much right? I kneed him in his family jewels, and he doubled over. Haha, pathetic. Grabbing him by the hair, I threw him across the room.
He looks like he is gonna pass out soon, but nope, not happening. I moved forward in his direction.
He looks at me with fear swirling in his eyes. Serves him right.
I yanked him up by the hair and punch after punch, blood running down his nose, as I heard a familiar crack... His nose is broken.
He screamed in pain and that only made me wanna kill him more. He is one of the male wolves who rapped me. I'm not making it slide.
I cupped his face and as quickly as possible, I snapped his neck. He fell and life started fading from him.
His usual ice-cold blue eyes of his are now lifeless. Everyone is shouting and whispering. They should know that I can do the same thing to them though. Insults and kicks are thrown in my direction.
I walked away as if nothing happened and made my way to the kitchen to make food.
I sighed as I just arrived at my destination...
Imagine making food for more than 50,000 people. And to top it off, they are werewolves which means they eat more than humans...
***TIME SKIP***
After I was done making food, I was summoned by the Alpha. I know this isn't good. At all.
I made him a tray of food and walked over to the leaders' floor. Which is made for the Alpha (leader of the pack), Luna (alpha's mate, and mother figure of the pack), Beta(second in command), Delta (3rd in command), and their parents.
I knocked on his office's door, and entered when I heard a 'come in'. I am not allowed to enter his apartment so yeah.
"You've got a backbone aren't you little one? " He said in his British accent. I nodded. I mean is he stupid? Am I more educated than him?
"And look at you replying" He chuckled darkly... This guy is a hypocrite. Bipolar. When I don't reply, he beats me up and abuses me... And when I do reply, he beats me up and abuses me too...
Bitch.
I felt something hard hit the back of my head, and everything went black...
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