The Lost Daughter

Ch 1

Riley's POV

Every night I dream the same horrifying dream. The night I turned 8, the night I lost my family and the night that changed my life forever. I never imagined that I would lose my entire identity at such a young age. That I would be forced to do all the work in a pack house alone and be constantly treated like dirt.

My eyes are closed, but I'm not sleeping. I don't sleep much anymore, waiting for my tormenter to come into my closet that serves as my room and either beat me or try to use my body however he wants that day. My body is covered in countless cuts, burns, and bruises. If I don't do what Damon wants or talk back to him, he punishes me by taking me down to the dungeons and letting his lover Emma punish me however she wants. She's only allowed to hurt me from the neck and down. 'Never her face, she's so pretty. I don't want it to be ruined for me" Damon tells her. I'm sure it makes her hate me even more knowing that he wants me more than her. But I hate him with everything in me. I wish he had just killed me the night he found me.

5 am. My alarm starts to ring for me to start my long day. I force myself out of my bed, if you can even call it that. I sleep on a small camping cot in a broom closet just off the kitchen in the pack house.

Once I'm out of bed I go to the guest bathroom and wash my face brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a bun. I leave the bathroom and begin to prepare breakfast.

I start on the bacon and scrambled eggs enough for 50 people. then on to cutting fruit mixing the batter for the pancakes and waffles.

Once everything is cooked, I set the plates on the main tables and bring the food out to the buffet table so they can gorge themselves as much as they wish. By the time I cook everything and set up its 7 am I retreat to the kitchen to clean up and stay out of Damons sight I can't bear to watch them eat when I know I won't get any food until they have all eaten dinner tonight hopefully, he won't force me to stand in the corner and watch them eat like he did last month.

After all the dishes have been washed and the counters cleaned, I hear my name being yelled, f*****g asshole I knew he'd want to torture me

"Riley, I called for you!"

"Yes, alpha I'm coming."

Sighing I head to the dining room where they all sit waiting to torment me. "You called me alpha?"

"Yes. Riley, I understand this Saturday is your 18th birthday is that correct?"

"Yes, alpha it is."

"Hm well as you know I do not have a fated mate, so I get to pick one and it just so happens that I want you. Do you consent?"

"Alpha I appreciate your interest in me however I believe I have a fated mate waiting on me, so I politely decline your offer."

"Ha! As if you really believe someone other than me would want you, I mean look at you, you wear rags and you're practically a skeleton. Well since you decline, I guess I'll have to start treating you as the dog you really are. Today you are to clean all of the guest alpha rooms on the 3rd floor we are hosting the alpha conference this year so every alpha within 100 miles is going to be in attendance. And when you are done with that you can go to the front lawn and I will be waiting on you so don't take forever. Get out of my sight."

"Yes, alpha." I say as I bow my head and turn to walk away.

"Oh, and dogs don't walk on two feet. Down on the floor where you belong."

I get down on my hands and knees and crawl away as I hear the entire room burst into laughter.

After I've crawled from the room and out of their site I find myself back in the kitchen. On the counter is the longest list of chores I've seen in the years I've been at the ripper pack.

Now I have to sweep and scrub all the floors, strip and make all the guest beds, dust the banister and rail, vacuum the stairs and halls, scrub the bathrooms, clean the area rugs, clean the curtains, shine the silver and bring out the china. I also have to make the menu and prep all the food to be made by Mrs. White tomorrow while I endure my punishment.

After I've finally finished my list of chores, I head out to the front lawn to see what Damon has in store for me. When I arrive, I see Damon, Emma and Drake all huddled around a stake in the ground with a large chain and silver collar attached to it.

Shit. Silver is the one thing that damages a werewolf.

"Ah riley you're finally here. Now since you want to act like a b***h I'll treat you like one and put you on display for all the alphas to see tomorrow."

"And just your luck its supposed to rain tonight." Emma added with an evil smirk.

"So be a good little doggy and undress because dogs don't wear clothes, even the rags you have on. Get on your knees in front of the stake."

I start to slowly undress but apparently, I wasn't doing it fast enough because before I knew it, Damon started ripping my clothes from my body and pushing me into the dirt.

Drake then came and put the collar on me, burning my skin on my neck. Once he secured the collar on me, I heard thunder up above.

"See what did I tell you guys she deserves to be out here like this, the gods approve now." said Emma

All I could do was hang my head in disgust and shame as the rain began to fall on me. dirty, exposed to all who pass to enter the packhouse.

Maybe they're right and this is all that I deserve. I really am nothing to anyone and I should start to get used to that.

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