Broken Angel

Chapter One: My living Nighmare

Present Time (Seven years later)

            I woke up panting and sweating from my nightmare. Since that fateful night, my nightmares have been consistent, every night. I was made a slave in the packhouse of the Vengeance Pack where the Alpha and Beta families reside and a few other high-ranked wolves. I have an endless number of chores as I did everything for them. I cooked breakfast, lunch, and supper for the entire pack as well as doing the dishes and cleaning up after each meal, cleaning the entire packhouse, doing laundry, and any other insane requests that they had me do. I was not allowed to eat with them. Hell, I was barely allowed to eat at all, if they let me anything to eat.  Everyone treated me horribly and took turns beating me. Even the omegas look at me in disgust.

            Well, everyone except the beta twins.  Jackson, the one who found me and convinced them to take me in though a part of me wishes he hadn’t, and his twin Scarlett. Jackson and Scarlett always took care of me. They were only a few years older than I as Alpha Kade starts forcing the males to train as warriors when they are able to shift, as young as 13. Jackson and Scarlett are 21 now. Neither of them has found their mates yet. Apart from me don't want them because more than likely their mates are from another pack and they'll have to leave me behind which makes me feel like a horrible person because I know that that means that they are still in the pack. I know that's horrible to say but they're the only thing keeping me alive at this point. 

        Being of age and mateless they started training. Jackson had left before the beatings started meaning he knew that I was a slave, however, he and his sister both made sure that I eating and healthy to be able to keep up with the daunting tasks ahead of me. Jackson comes home with young Alpha Cameron on holidays and summer break. Alpha-Beta training runs like a school but instead of math and geometry. Its war strategy and teamwork. Scarlett started training as well, however, they keep her busy and away from me. With Jackson gone and her always training left me more vulnerable. Only high-ranking females are trained and very rarely, plus I think Alpha Kade was getting pissed off with Scarlett always being just around the corner from me so he sent her to start training when he shipped off her brother and his son. Scarlett knows that I am beaten on occasion but she doesn’t know how bad it really is.

            Looking over at the clock I groan as I realize that it is almost 4 o’clock and the pack will start waking soon to go to school or about their day. I have to start making breakfast before I receive another beating. I went to my makeshift bathroom to take a shower and do my business. I made the shower as hot as it would go, which wasn’t that hot but doable, as I was pushed into the attic. Farthest away from everyone else. My room consisted of an old stained mattress on the wood floor and window, and a beaten-down dresser that held whatever clothes thought I deserved which wasn’t much.

    I finished my shower and dried off with and small thin towel, the only towel I had. I wrapped myself in the towel as I exited my bathroom and made my way to my dresser. I opened the drawer and sighed as I realized that had no clean jeans and had to settle for leggings. The Alpha hated when I wore leggings saying it made me look like I was asking for it and he didn’t want any visitors seeing any of his ‘pack members’ dressing like sluts even though, Sasha, the biggest slut in the pack wore short shorts that showed her ass and revealing crop tops. She did anything for a male’s attention and I mean anything. I sighed again as I pulled on a pair of ripped leggings and began looking for a decent-looking shirt. I found one and quickly threw it on praising the moon goddess that it covered my ass. At least there was that.

            I quickly finished getting ready and headed downstairs to start breakfast. No one helps me, not even the omegas. They were ordered not to. Not that they would anyway, because I was made a slave, they thought that they were above me. Which technically they were but only because Alpha Kade had stiped me of my title when killed my last surviving pack member. I hurriedly got out everything I needed from the big cast iron skillet to all the ingredients I would need and got to work. I cracked almost two dozen eggs into the large skillet which the beacon was frying. I had the oven preheated for the biscuits and sausage on in another skillet I even fried up some Guetta as the Alpha was always mad whenever I made eggs without Guetta. I finished breakfast for them and put them out in a line on the buffet table just as the pack filed and sunk back into the shadows until breakfast was over or I was dismissed by the Alpha.

            They started piling their plates with the delicious food that I had just made. I was so f*****g hungry; I haven’t eaten in almost three days and a proper meal in almost two weeks. My stomach growled and as if on cue Alpha Kade walked in for breakfast. The pack was waiting for him to eat. Alpha Kade takes the first bite, then his Luna, Sarah; the rest of the pack eats. Alpha Kade’s head shot up and glared daggers at me. I shrunk even farther back and immediately bowed my head and showed my neck in submission. He grunted in approval and continued making a plate and sat is down at his seat and then went back for another but with smaller portions. He started walking forward and I tensed anticipating for him to punish me for something until he thrust the plate, he had just made into me.

            I took the plate and immediately dropped down to my knees. “Thank you Alpha Kade for your kindness,” I said meekly.

            “I need you alive,” was all he replied before turning around and heading to his seat at the table. “You’re dismissed to your room until I ring the bell for you to clean up breakfast.”

            Yes, Alpha.” I quickly responded then scurried up to my make-shift room with the most food I have ever had since I was brought here. I sat on my mattress eating breakfast when a note came in through my open window. It was always so stuffy in here especially during the summer that they allowed me to keep it open. It was too high up to jump and I had nothing to climb down on except for flimsy vine so they weren’t worried about me escaping. ‘Meet me in in the meadow that we showed when you first got here behind the packhouse at midnight.    

It is the least protected area because it faces the human community so it’ll be easy to sneak out. We wanna help. We want to train you to fight’ -S n J. Scarlett and Jackson? I thought Jackson was away at Alpha-Beta training with young Alpha Cameron. And what the hell, train me fight are they insane, if the Alpha finds out he would kill us. I was pulled out of my thought when I heard the bell and quickly crumbled it up and stuffed it in my mattress where I put my necklace. If they knew that I had it they would take it from me or accuse me of stealing it and kill me.

             I quietly went downstairs and started filling up the sink and clearing the table once the table was cleared and the sink was full, I let the dishes soak while I wiped down the table and stacked the chairs and continued by sweeping and mopping the floor once that was finished, I did the dishes, dried them, and put them away. The floor was dry by then so replaced the chairs down and wiped them down. Once I was finished in the kitchen, I moved on to the living room. My typical day consists of making breakfast for the pack. Somedays I am forced to stand there and watch them eat until they all leave and go about their day and other days, like today, the Alpha is gracious enough to allow me to wait in my room while they eat. I clean up after breakfast, clean the entire first floor; which includes the living room, game room, and kitchen. Then I make lunch, stand in the shadows, and wait for them to finish or be dismissed. I clean up after lunch then I clean the entire second and third floor, which honestly isn’t as bad as the first floor. There are four bedrooms on the second floor that I clean spotless every day and then the third floor is where the Alphas chambers are and a guest bedroom but thankfully, I am forbidden from entering the Alphas chambers, he has a personal omega to take care of his and Luna Sarah’s room. Which, is fine by me because that is one less room that I have to clean before dinner.

            I finish the first and move back towards the kitchen to start lunch, luckily lunch is not as big as breakfast and supper because a lot of people don’t come for lunch as they are at school, work, or have their own plans for lunch. Why am I not in school you ask? Simple. They think it would be a waste of education on me to send me to school considering I have no future. Though sometimes I feel they’re right. I have no future. No family. No one is coming to save me. I am worthless. Nothing! I have one purpose and on purpose only and that is to serve whomever I am sold to. The Alpha has threatened to sell me but I know that he can’t because he would risk the royal family finding the truth of what he did and that he has a slave.

            Owning a slave or making someone into a slave is the most heinous crime anyone can do, no matter the species, but especially your own kind. Wolves can not survive without a pack and if a wolf doesn’t feel safe within a pack they break and leave and because they don’t have a pack, they lose their humanity and become rouge. I honestly feel bad for some rouges because they were either forced out or left because they didn’t feel safe. Granted I do understand that a lot of the rouges became rouges at their own fault because disobeyed their Alpha countless times or committed an unspeakable crime that caused them to be a threat to the pack and for them to be kicked out.  

      I couldn’t help but keep thinking back to that note, Scarlett and Jackson want to train me to fight. Why? Are they tired of sticking up for me and fighting my battles? I mean I would be but if that was the case why not just let me take the beatings. If my wolf wouldn’t let me end my life maybe the beatings would. Yes, I try to commit suicide a couple of weeks ago, and ever since then, I haven’t heard from my wolf. I mean, I know she’s still there and hasn’t completely abandoned me because I can feel her shuffling around and when I try to talk to her, she growls in annoyance then ignores me. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I wasn’t paying attention and ran straight into someone.

            “Watch where you’re going you worthless mutt.” I knew that voice anywhere. That high-pitched, nasally voice belonged to none other than Clair Hopson or as I like to call her, the pack slut. I don’t know if she has actually lost her virginity as unlike everybody else in this pack I don’t believe everything I hear but she is the biggest flirt in this pack which really doesn’t help her case. I bent my neck in submission and apologized hoping to get out of whatever punishment she has in store for me. “You are so lucky that have a hair appointment otherwise your ass would be grass,” She snide. With that, she walked away and I breathed out a sigh of relief and went to make lunch. The rest of the day went by without a hitch and by the time I was finally able to get off my feet, it was 10:30. An hour and a half before midnight.

            Should I go? Would I get caught? Is it worth it? All these questions kept swimming through my mind as I lay there on my mattress as the clock counted down. It was now 11:30 and I still wasn’t sure what to do. Was this a trap? Was I being tested by the Alpha? Did they really send me that note or was someone punking me and getting my hopes up? It was now 11:45 and I knew that I was going to make it in time I would have to leave now. I kept thinking about what happened with Clair and my past encounters with every other pack member. I decided enough was enough. I can’t be the weak, pathetic, worthless slave they think that I am. If no one is going to save me I have to save myself.