Mated to the Wrong Alpha

Four more months, only four more. I remind myself of this as I am doing my daily chores. I am only sixteen, but when I turn seventeen, I will graduate high school, and be on my way. I am not allowed to attend the high school most of my pack goes to, I was forced to go to a mainly human school. Which is actually fine because I only have a run-ins with a few werewolves there from other packs. I daydream of finding my mate at seventeen. Seventeen is when your wolf will notice its other half. Even if your mate is not yet seventeen, you will still feel and know it. I cannot wait to find a mate to swoop me out of here and love me until my last breath. I sigh as I turn towards the sink full of morning dishes. I’m bent over cleaning the dishes when I hear the door to the kitchen open. Our pack house is so big; I chose to go into the second kitchen because I thought nobody would bother me. I tense up, waiting for the harsh words I know to come, as I smell the perfume of the girl who hates me. “Oh, well look who it is, traitor girl,” I hear the sneer of Ellie Paxon. “How does it feel to have traitors blood running through your veins?” She comes up to me and shoves me hard onto the ground. I was on a stepping stool because I am only 4’7 and cannot reach the inside of the sick without it. Both the stool and I landed on the ground with a hard thump. I wince as I feel my wrist snap. I grab it without making another sound. I hear the other girls snicker as she taunts me. I have learned to just stay still and keep my head down. They eventually leave me alone if I do not react. “Oh, so she thinks she is big, bad and tough now, huh?” She bends down and grabs my head and shoves my head into the floor. A big kick comes to my side, and I curl up into a ball. One more hard kick to my stomach and they laugh and leave the room. I gasp for air as the pain resonates from within. This torment has been going on ever since my parents were executed. They claim my parents conspired against Alpha Tom. I could never see my parents doing such a terrible thing, they were good people and loved me until their last breath. I tried to tell him that his brother was behind this. He was the last person my parents talked to before they came and took them away. I was only five when they were taken from me, making me an orphan and slave of my pack. I have been beaten daily for as long as I can remember. It didn’t start off that way at first, however. It was a cold autumn day, and the pack was gathered in the dining hall. I had just served breakfast and was on my way out when I heard Alpha Tom's venomous words about my parents. I could not believe what I was hearing so I went to plead their case. But when I told Alpha Tom that my parents could not have possibly done such a traitorous act, he laughed at me and struck me in front of the whole pack. I was eight. Ever since then, everyone has put their hands on me in some way. Mostly kids my age, taunting me and shoving me in the hallways. Then there are the creeps who eye me like they cannot wait for me to turn seventeen so they can have me for themselves. I shiver at that thought. Some though, do not hesitate to grab me from behind, or back me into a corner and hover over me, whispering disgusting thoughts into my ear. Ellie, though, takes the cake for the most abuse. She is the soon-to-be Alpha’s girlfriend, she gloats about becoming Luna and forcing me to mate someone just so she can laugh at me. Everyone here calls me traitor girl, they stopped calling me my real name, which is Taylor, a long time ago. Her boyfriend, David, and the soon to be Alpha of this pack called me in front of everyone the other day just to say I was stealing food. I never get fed regularly here, I try to sneak some food here and there when I start to feel really weak. But that day I did not steal anything, and when I tried to tell him that he slapped and kicked me with everyone in the cafeteria watching. They all laughed at the traitor girl, saying I deserve much worse. The Luna of the pack, Carla, says I should be grateful for all they have done for me, like giving me a place to live and a pack. The living place she is talking about is a small closet big enough for a small cot and a small nightstand. No window, no breathable air, and no lights. If I want to shower, I have to sneak out late at night and shower in the small creek that runs through our pack. They call it the Crescent Creek because it’s shaped like a half-moon. Which is fitting since my pack is called Crescent Moon Pack. It’s my favorite place to go when it’s late at night, rain or snow, it does not matter; if I have to shower, I have to do it there. I get on my knees trying to breathe after her kick to my stomach. “Did I say you could get up, b***h?” she yells and shoves me to the ground again. I hear the door open and I see the shoes of David standing in front of me. I dare not look up as I feel him staring down at me. “Can you leave the traitor alone so we can go to the movies now,” he says in an emotionless voice. She squeals, “Yes, I was just finishing up.” She steps over me, stepping on my hand that is broken. I wince and bite my lip so hard it starts bleeding, I do not want to cry out because it fuels them more. I watch their retreating bodies exit the kitchen. It’s a shame David is a prick because he is quite handsome. He is tall, about 6’3 is my guess, with short brown hair and brown chocolate eyes. He is built out of pure muscle. When he walks into the room the whole place goes silent because he demands everyone’s attention. He has a gorgeous smile with pearly white teeth. Snap out of it Taylor! He literally beats you! I scold myself as I shake my head. My wrist is healing but it hurts like hell. I stand back up and clutch my hurting side. I take a deep breath and put the stool back so I can stand. If I am late getting these done, my whole morning will be thrown off. Just four more months. I can make it.