Sold to The Alpha

Chapter1

Fraya's Point of view

I gripped the plate that I was washing with two hands when I heard the voice of my step-mother, Lycril outside the door. My hands were already restless because they stayed awake all day, with little time-consuming or two between performing a stand. Every day I am toiling away like a slave in my own father’s house as it pleases his wife and my so-called step siblings to roam about as freeloaders.

I had no option in any case, ever since my mother died in the hands of death; it became one misery or the other for me, my body has become a book of scar and bruises most of the time. So much for being an Omega stripped of her ability to shift into a wolf and looked down upon by her own father. How would people feed me or where would they accommodate me if I was unwilling to perform the work?

”I hope you had a good bargain with” I seemed to hear the voice of my stepmother fading. At this I made sure that I did not move from the spot again and washed my hands and dried them in my apron as I followed them into their room.

My stepmother’s voice came once again, and I focused on whatever it was they were talking about. "Richard dear! How soon can she leave? We will be so rich and also we won’t have to worry about our debts again…” As for the phrase “rich” and “gone”, they just made me lost in her malicious tone, so I knew she was talking about me. Where was I going? But I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, could not be eavesdropping really, but I had no option. It was still fuzzy and hazy so I required as many details as possible.

What a nasty habit you have there, Freya. Enzo, my stepbrother scowled, motioning me out of my reverie. snapped my head around to behold Enzo's eyes gazing lustfully at me. ‘That’s not what you think Enzo.’ I-i was just walking by…" I said, trying to run away from his flirtatious stare before he pounced on his prey – me.

My stepbrother’s eyes circled around the curves of my body as if he would love to remove my clothes with them. It doesn’t seem as though you were simply passing through, Enzo said. He caught me by the wrist, turning me around to look at him. “Well, look how stunning you are, Freya.” He attempted to go in for a kiss and I pushed his face away.

I exclaimed: “Please Enzo, just stop already…”. I begged, trying to twist my hand away from his vice like the grip of death. Since the time my mother passed on, I wished my father could remarry so that he wouldn’t feel lonely again. Little did I know my wish would come back to haunt me in the most painful way.

Lycril, my stepmother, had come from her previous marriage with her two children, Enzo and Amanda, who hated me with every part of their being. I realized someone had tried to touch my bum, only to turn and see Enzo grinning with a lustful look in his face.

Raising my hand, I made sure to slap him hard across his cheeks, enough to alert the attention of my father and his wife. "What the hell is happening here?" Lycril asked immediately as she stepped out. "And you," she pointed at me, "Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen doing the dishes?"

‘I-i uhmm I was just trying to….’ And in a split second, the room begins to spin in circles. She slapped the right side of my face so hard that I fell on the floor lying down with my hands cupping my cheeks.

I felt a surge of fear as Enzo spat out the words, “She was listening to you and father.” He was annoyed and I had never seen him so angry; his eyes were red and fury. I had assaulted him by slapping him and now as an added disgrace he had snitched on me. I realized what was going to happen next – a real thrashing and a night without any food.

Lycril, my stepmother, charged towards me, her fist balled up in anger. "You bastard child…." she shouted. I was done for. wanted to run away to anywhere safe, but there was nowhere safe for me to go. Enzo approached me, restraining me on the ground as I waited for the beating from my stepmother's long horsewhip.

Mother no… please I wasn’t eavesdropping please…. Enzo let me go.." I tried to fight, hoping the earth would swallow me whole. I can be anywhere else , but not in this house. I could see my father’s heavy boots walking out of the room. I knew that he had been waiting for something to get his hands on so that he could punish me with it.

"You've been such a bad girl, Freya. Eavesdropping on two adults? I bet you learnt that from your mother.” All the painful words he was ready to say to me I accepted without anger, but it was unpleasant when he began to insult my mother. As I watched him approach me, swirling the thick, long stick in his hands, I could perceive the familiar smell of alcohol and I knew he had been drinking again. My father was a beast anytime he got drunk.

I kept my head down because hard as it was, I could not look him in the eyes. "Father please…" "Lie her flat on the floor. He threatened, saying he will make me learn something she will never forget in her entire existence. Enzo and Lycril held my hands on the wall and the first slap of the stick hit my skin. My father was beating me up and again I shouted in pain at him to at least stop.

‘No mother please beg father… no… it would only spoil his appetite.’ Enzo, stay away from me…. Stop please, it hurts…." I cried out loud, no one heeded me. My body trembled severely with extreme pain, as he hit the rod on my back, continuously. I was almost blistering and bleeding by the time he was through.

With my tear-filled eyes, I looked at Enzo, who seemed to be enjoying the scene playing out before him. Then my gaze darted to Amanda, who stood just at a corner, gloating. I was slowly losing consciousness from the intense pain I was feeling. It was as though I was going into a trance as everything became blurry.

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"Let her go already, Richard. We don’t want to appear before him as a pale-looking lady…” Lycril said with condescension. Him? Who was he? My mind raced with different thoughts of what they were probably planning, but none made any sense to me. As I slowly stood up, I looked at Lycril, the woman who I had wished could treat me like her own daughter, laughing sarcastically at me.