Rejected by the Lycan King

Throughout my life, I have been a silent member of my family and the pack, which is ruled by my father, Thorne Author, the Alpha King. Respect was always commended in my pack's name. Even though I came from a line of strong Alphas, I was the weakest member of my family and pack, being born as a Fragile Omega. My father was always worried about it because he thought I was never safe and that I wouldn't be able to defend myself if something happened or I was attacked. Rumors about a vicious Lycan king who was planning to attack our town started circulating one fateful evening. We've heard a lot of tales and stories about this man; he was ambitious and power-hungry, and he wanted to rule everything. However, my father sensed that something bad was about to happen if this man arrived in our town as the reports said. Since I was the only child and my mother had gone missing for years without trace, my father wanted me to survive and continue our family's lineage. My dad decided to make sure I was safe as a final act of love because he was afraid of what would happen, that he wouldn't be able to protect me, and so I would not get killed. He made it seem as though he was giving me an assignment to deliver a message to his brother Billy, but in reality, he was sending me away so I wouldn't be there when the Lycan King Ryan launches his attack. Ryan attacked my town just as I left with the letter my father had requested me to carry to my uncle. The pack battled valiantly, but in the end, the whole pack was killed, leaving my father as the only survivor. A man whose identity was not revealed, concealed within a mask, was the one whom Lycan had said would be challenging my father. The man appeared to be an Alpha instead of a Lycan. After a protracted battle, my dad's strength left him in their final confrontation, and the Alpha took advantage of the situation to strike my dad. However, just as he was about to land the killing blow, Ryan intervened, stating that he wanted to be the one to take out my dad. The odd guy nodded, and Ryan got off his horse to land the last blow, sending my father sprawling face down on the ground. Unaware of what’s happened, I was focused on carrying out the task my dad asked me to do. It was unusual as my father would never send me off without anyone accompanying me, but this time I was on my own. Reaching my uncle, where I gave the letter my father asked me to deliver to him. Not knowing what was in the letter I gave Uncle Billy. He read the letter cover to cover, but as soon as I saw Billy's nasty sneer, I became concerned. Billy's heart has never reflected my father's love for me; instead, it was clouded by avarice and a sinister desire to succeed my father. Billy opted to violate his brother's final desire rather than fulfill it after reading the letter and realizing that my father would have died at the very time I had presented the letter to him. He asked me to follow him after tricking me into thinking that my dad had asked me to come get something from him. As we were walking, he pointed at something that I was supposed to pick, but as soon as I looked away from him, I was being struck in the head and fell to the ground, passing out. The sound of a deafening whip slashed through the air, followed by the pained cry of my very self. I tried fighting off with every single strength in my fragile body, but it was to no avail. I have been overwhelmed, the cruel hands of Ryan’s men, the man who had just supposing killed my father and his pack held me down as I struggled. “Let go of me!” I kept screaming at the top of my voice. Tears couldn’t stop rolling down my cheeks, as the taste of blood lingered on my lips. I have bitten one of the men in a desperate attempt to free myself from their clutch, but it was of no use as it only earned me a savage backhanded slap across my face. Billy my own flesh and blood, my uncle, whom my father had asked to look after me, watched all this happened with a smile on his face, as he sold me off as a slave. His face now became gruesome to me. “it is for your own good Elena,” he said, as he felt no remorse towards his actions. I was being dragged towards the carriage, as they bound my wrist and feet with shackles and the shackles kept cutting into my skin. The carriage's wheels squeaked beneath me, as it began moving, I was able to see my hometown once again. The imposing trees of my hometown, the Banetown pack, started to disappear towards the distance, as we moved. My life had just been snatched from me, and the prospect of losing my family made my heart hurt. Ryan, the cruel Lycan king, looked at me as he saw my tears. He displayed no emotion, and the expression in his eyes indicated that he was not moved by my tears. As soon as we arrived at Ryan's Mansion and the chains on the carriage I was riding in were freed, a chill raced down my spine, and panic took hold of me. Ryan, the man who was responsible for the m******e of my family, had my fate decided. Ryan issued his orders for the other people in the carriage to be taken to the prison, but he kept me out of it and gave separate orders for me to be taken to a building in the compound that was abandoned. His men separated me from the other prisoners and showed me the quarters that Ryan had talked about. The building that had been designated for me to reside in was in a terrible and broken-down state. The passage of time had left its marks on the walls, which were marked by cracking plaster that exposed the skeleton structure beneath. The roof, which was a patchwork of holes, threatened to leak with every passing rain. That was the beginning of a miserable life for me, as I was no longer Elena the daughter of an Alpha king, but had rather been turned to a mere slave. I was now overwhelmed with emptiness after having my once energetic spirit broken. The very day I had set foot at Ryan’s Mansion was the day I began living in hell. I knew nothing but pain and suffering. Life as a slave in Ryan’s mansion became a never-ending nightmare. Everyday birthed a new torment, and the weight of hopelessness lowered upon me like a persistent storm. My life became an endless cycle of b*****e and suffering. After three years, I've grown accustomed to both the things I was doing and the treatment I received at Ryan's house. The only good thing Ryan ever did for me was that he gave certain instructions for me not to be sexually harassed in any way by anyone. He even went so far as to use one of his men as an example, who defied him in an attempt to have a s****l relationship with me. Ryan took his life for attempting to harass me. I had reached the age of 19 at this point, and during the years that had passed, I had developed into a charming and lovely young lady. Amidst all that went on, something unexpected found its way into my life, stirring up a spark within me that I had long given up on. It was something that I totally would never have expected to happen. Weeks after I turned 19 years, my duties were reassigned to a new chamber within the mansion. I had no idea of who’s chamber it was, I only simply went about carrying out my duties there every morning. One day, as I was cleaning, I found out a drawer beside the bed. Out of curiosity as I have never seen it there whilst cleaning, so I decided to open it. I opened the drawer and found a sketch book nestled inside of it. With curiosity getting the better of me, I took out the book and gently opened up. To my amazement, the pages of the book were filled with sketches and drawings of myself. This stirred up feelings within me. I had never thought that someone would have secretly been having eyes on me within such walls. But the questions that kept going on in my head was: “who could this person be, and why the person would have secretly been making sketches and drawings of me?” As I kept going through the sketches on the book, I couldn’t help but keep blushing, but suddenly a voice broke the silence. “Do you like it?” the voice asked from behind me. Startled, as the book fell off my hands, and my heart began racing as I turned to see who it was.