The Alphas Redemption

“2 months and 3 days” “Just 2 months and 3 days” I have been planning this for as long as I can remember, but on my 16th birthday I was finally old enough to get a proper part-time job and had started saving everything I could to make my plans become a reality. It has been hard over the last, almost, 2 years, but it will all be worth it when I turn 18 and I can finally leave this place. It’s currently 4am and I’m awake. I get up and have a shower, as I’m drying myself off, I look through my drawers and, since I only have 4 outfits, it doesn’t take me long to choose what to wear. I quickly braid my now damp hair and I’m ready to start my day. First on the list is some laundry. I quickly sort all the clothes into color co-ordinated piles and put 2 loads on to start washing. Once this is done, I move onto dusting and a quick sweep. I’ve been doing this so long I manage to get all of downstairs done by 5:30am. Now it’s time to put the washing in the dryer. I do this quickly and put another 2 loads of washing in. Now I have to begin making breakfast for everyone in the packhouse. Everything has to be ready for 7am, when everyone will begin to surface. By 7am I have finished laying out breakfast on the table. I go to fold the washing from the dryer and put the next 2 loads of washing into the dryer. Once this is done, it’s time to clean up after everyone’s breakfast. At this time, I grab myself something to eat and drink from the leftovers. It’s now 7:30am and time to set off on my walk to school. As I’m walking out the door, I keep my eyes low and try to get out as fast as I can to ensure I don’t bump into anyone on the way out. I step onto the driveway, thanking the goddess herself that I've manage to make it through the morning without any hiccups. I step forward and trip, the next thing I know, I’m hitting the floor with barely enough time to save my face from smashing into the gravel. Arghh that hurts! My knees are burning & my pants are feeling a little wet, so it seems like my knees might be bleeding I think to myself. I hear laughing and it snaps me out of my train of thought. I look up to see 4 of them. One has his foot out. I guess that’s what I tripped over just now! I quickly move my eyes low and try to get up, avoiding making further eye contact with them. *please just let me go* I silently beg to myself. “Oh look, it’s poorelia” it’s Darla’s voice. They all begin to laugh. I mean I don’t personally find that nickname all that witty but they've been calling it me since we were about 6 years old and it’s kind of just become something I’m used to now. When it first started, I would get so upset, but when I reached 12 years old and my wolf arrived, she gave me strength to hide any pain and hurt they dished out. I took note of who was present while they were all taking it in turns to spit mean names at me while laughing at each other. It was Aziel, he is the future alpha of our pack. He’s 18 in 4 days and he’s already 6’5 and huge. He was one of the most muscular wolves of our age. He has tanned skin, medium brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. His features were perfect and he was extremely handsome. Next was Darla. Darla is Aziel's girlfriend, she’s beautiful. Pale skin with big green eyes and blonde curly hair. She's a tiny size 6 but has curves in all the right places and is 5’8. I cast my eyes at Liam, he’s Aziels best friend and will likely become his beta. He’s also rather tall at 6’2 with ginger hair, brown eyes and pale skin. Liam is probably the nicest, he has a sweet heart, I can tell, but he goes along with the others. Lastly, was Sean. He’s Aziel's other closest friend and stands at 6’1 with jet black hair, tanned skin & brown eyes. Sean stays quiet most of the time, he doesn’t tend to say nasty things, but he has always been more physical when it comes to hurting me. It was his foot out right now & just last week he slammed me into a wall before slapping me in the face when he wasn’t able to locate his favourite mug. I stood just listening to them for a little while. I’ve always found this is the easiest way to deal with them, they tend to get bored, usually within 10 minutes, and then they usually leave me alone not long after that. As predicted, after 10 minutes of relentless name calling & a slap in the face from Darla because she didn’t believe I was listening, I heard Liam say “come on guys let’s move or we’ll be late for training” as they left, I let out the breath I’d been holding and walked the 20 minutes to school, arriving before school begins at 8:30am which I'm thankful for. I'm too busy to deal with a detention. I put my stuff in my locker, grabbed the books I needed for the day and set off to my first lesson.