His Princess

Alison’ POV:

My whole life has been…nothing.

I have no purpose but to cook and clean for my pack who constantly treats me horribly. My mother and father died in a fire and my older brothers don't care about me enough to protect me from the bullies. Hell, they are bullies.

They think I'm the reason my parents are dead.

Classic right?

It's basically the same old story. I was outside, at 14 not doing anything. I heard screaming from inside the house. And when I was headed back I saw him a man in a black coat running away from the house. It was set ablaze and my parents were screaming and there was nothing I could do to stop the fire.

They didn't ask anything. They didn't help me. They accused me. From 14 to 15 is when you shift. They thought I started the fire that killed my parents. My brothers hate me. My alpha always looked at me in disgust. My other pack members would always have a mean comment to say or saliva to spit on me.

My parents were beloved people in the pack. My father is a brave warrior and my mother a kind woman. They both had such big hearts. They kept our family together. After their death, my siblings and I were forced to move into the pack house. My brothers got beautiful big rooms. I got the attic. I cook and clean and basically do anything they tell me. No one gives any sort of positive attention. I thought my brothers would be there for me, but they are the worst.

My oldest brother, Landon, is the meanest. He is 25. He has blonde hair and forest-green eyes. He will come up to my room and yell at me before slapping me hard across the face and knocking me to the ground. He isn't satisfied until he sees blood. I can cry and cry but nothing works. It only encourages him.

My other brother is William. He is 22. He has light red hair and light blue eyes. He doesn't hit me like Landon, but he still hits me. He usually smacks me really hard or pushes me down. But he never draws blood. He always glares at me. My mother was Rosa. She had red hair that fell to the middle of her back forest green eyes and she stood at 5 feet 1 inch. She always made you feel better when you were down. She was the most amazing cook and would cook for soup kitchens when she could.

My father's name was Logan. He had blonde hair and forest-green eyes. He was very tall, almost 6 feet 7 inches. He was one of the best fighters the pack has ever had. He was as tough as nails with a heart of gold. He would make you feel safe and protected and always give you a good laugh. Then there's me. Alison. I'm 19 years old. I have long blonde hair that reaches my butt. I got my mother's light blue eyes. I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall. I never used to believe I was fat. That was never a problem. But after everything with my parents, that's all I heard. { your fat}. I now can never look in the very small cracked mirror without wanting to cry.

I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but when the girl I used to call my best friend said it, I nearly broke down right then and there. Now don't get me wrong. I don't always let them walk all over me. I usually always give them a mean comeback. I punched my best friend in the face when she called me fat. I even threw the pack s**t in the lake when she said I didn't know how to keep my legs closed just because I accidentally ran into her current boy toy. Of course, I usually get beat by my brothers when I do that.

The alpha Mark used to be very nice to me, he was very tall at 6 foot 8 inches with ruby red hair and diamond blue eyes. Now, he is evil and always finds a way for me to end up in the mud or on the ground. Literally. He never lets me shift and I haven’t heard from my wolf in almost a year. She was usually there, telling me to be strong, but eventually, her voice was just a whisper until it became silent.

The Luna, Cherry, used to be kind too. She’d always take me places and talk to me and help me if I had any troubles. She is very pretty with bleached blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Now, she ignores me. She doesn’t look at me or talk to me unless she wants something to eat or something like that.

They have a son named Hunter. I’ve never met him. He is 25. He is gonna be alpha tomorrow. He hasn’t met his mate yet, but his parents gave him the job since he wants it so badly. I have never seen him, but I know he is very good-looking from what I hear. I have also heard he is a HUGE player. Every night he has a different girl in his bed.

The strangest thing is, all these things that have happened didn’t make me silent. It’s what happened next that made me mute.