Bound To The Savage Alpha

Claire's pov "b***h!" Mason, snarled, grabbing me by the hair. Tears blurred my vision as the strands strained against my scalp, agony spreading across my body. "Where is my breakfast?" He demanded. I swallowed, ignoring the intense pain in my head. I know better than to hide the pain he inflicts on me, if I show him how much he's hurting me then he'd hurt me ten times worse than he is right now. How did I be so forgetful and forget to keep his breakfast aside. "Please." I begged, bitting on my tongue not to wince out I pain. "Give me a few minutes and your breakfast will be ready." I said. Mason slowly let go of my hair and pushed me harshly onto the ground. "Make it snappy!" he snarled, pinning me with a glare. I got up from the floor and strode to the refrigerator grabbing some bacon and eggs. "Why are you yelling?" A familiar voice spoke entering the kitchen. "I could hear you all the way up in my bedroom." "I've had it with her." he gritted out pointing at me. "I don't understand why father is so damn persistent on keeping her here at the pack instead of kicking her out. She's totally useless and f*****g stupid." Mason complained to Emily. Emily stared at her freshly manicured nails and smiled. "Then maybe you should keep her in line. Show her who's boss and let her know where her place is." I stiffened at that. How much more abuse must I endure? They've done their worse to me, what more do they want? Then they rather just kill me and get it done and over with instead of inflicting pain on me if they think I'm worthless. Mason exhaled. "Father would throw a tantrum if he found out." Emily snickered. "You think father cares about this little tramp?" she sneered, glaring at me. "Of course he does." He bit out, threading his fingers through his blonde hair. "The last time he warned me not to over do it with her." Emily hummed in response. "You're going to be the next alpha, I don't think you should let him tell you what to do." I know what she's trying to do. She's manipulating this i***t and he's listening to every word she's saying. Now I know why Michael is reluctant on handing the title to Mason because he's an i***t. He cannot think for himself, he isn't responsible nor does he have it in him to lead a pack of wolves. For all I know he'd lead them all to their death. "You know what you're right. Father is a bloody fool, it's time I take over the pack and run things my way." Emily smirked, crossing her arms. "That's more like it brother." It seemed like she already has him wrapped around her finger. Emily's manipulative and evil. If she wants something she'd do absolutely anything to get it even if it means hurting the people she loves. I mentally scoffed. Love? She's not capable of loving anyone, none of them are. I doubt they have a heart. They all are evil including my so called father, Michael. That's right. Michael, the alpha of the twilight prowlers is my father and those two clowns are my siblings. Emily's the oldest, Mason's the second and there's Emma and then there's me, the last born. The child whom everyone despises the most. As the days goes by my life here is becoming more and more miserable and torturous. I can no longer bear their beatings. Sometimes I just wish if they could just kill me and all of this torture could be ended. At least I'd be in peace when I'm dead, I won't be in so much of pain like I am now. I placed his breakfast on the table, Mason scowled, tossing the plate on the floor. What the hell is his problem? He made a huge fuss about not having his breakfast made and now when I prepared it, he threw it on the floor. "I lost my appetite." He seethed. "Next time if this happens you'll be screaming down in the dungeons." He warned. I swallowed, recalling the time when he dragged me all the way to the dungeons and beat me until I fell unconscious. " Clean up this mess!" He ordered and walked away. I let out a sigh of relief. Atleast this time I got away but next time if it happens? I thought. He'd probably kill me which is much better than suffering here in this miserable place. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't realized I was no longer alone in the kitchen, my evil step mother Cassandra was standing infront of me with her hands on her hips. I didn't dare look up at her face. Since I was a kid I was thought not to look at their eyes, it's a sign of disrespect. Oh moon goddess please spare me. There's only so much I can take. "You pathetic piece of scum." She sneered, snatching my jaw, her long finger nails digging into my skin. "How dare you waste food." Wait, she thinks I did this? God help me. "I didn't do it." I said, my voice low. "Mason did it." Big mistake, I shouldn't have said that. Why can't I shut my trap and accept everyone's mistakes. Her face twisted with rage. A hard resounding slap filled the air. The slap was so hard that my face turned the other side. "For lying you will eat this food off the floor and you will only receive the next meal tomorrow evening." Like hell I'm going to eat this from the floor. It's not my fault and I wasn't the one that did it. "Start eating." She ordered, crossing her arms. "I want to see you finish ever single morsel on the ground." Can my life get worse than this. After I forcefully swallowed the food from the floor whilst Cassandra watched me, I cleaned up the kitchen and was about to go upstairs to clean the rooms but them stopped when I saw Kimberly, my friend walk in. Kimberly's also an omega like me and a few years older. Her family was from another pack, the sunflower pack. Kim used to tell me how different they were treated there. The alpha treated everyone in his pack equally irrespective of their ranking and everyone in the pack got along and never fought amongst each other. Everyone lived in peace and harmony until Michael destroyed their pack and ruined all their life's by mercilessly killing their alpha and Luna infront of them. Kim's family were killed at the hands of Michael in fact half of her pack members were killed by him and the other half of her pack was brought here, to the crescent moon pack and were made as slaves. Kim gently gripped my chin and inspected my face. "That bitch." She spat, referring to Cassandra. "She got you pretty bad." I shrugged. "It's nothing. I've went through much worse than this." I said pointing to the bruise on my face. Kim glanced around us and then pulled me into the pantry, shutting the door. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I've spoken to Sarah and she said she can help us get away from this horrible place." My eyes widened. "Are you serious?" She nodded. "Yes, I am. I think it's time we get out of here Claire."