Alpha King’s Favorite

The perk of being the pack's most useless member was that no one cared where or what you were doing at a particular time, as long as you had scrubbed and cleaned and were nearby to pick up the trash after others. No one enjoyed seeing the face of a loser. That used to be my case. However, since the news arrived that the Alpha King was coming for his annual virgin Luna search, a lot of things have changed for me. I no longer enjoyed my morning routines, I no longer enjoyed listening to pop stars or listening to the girl's talk podcasts like I used to, but the most painful of it all was I no longer escaped into the woods in the evening to reflect on my day. Now it's only work, work, and more work. If I wasn't scrubbing the floors, I was racing after my stepsister making sure all her ridiculous diet needs were met and then I was back to the floors scrubbing them again. According to my stepmother, she needed the floors shining brighter than my obscured future by the time the Alpha King arrived, if not, I might as well kill myself. "Natalie!" My sister screamed from her room, and I dumped the rag in my hands into the bucket of water and raced out of the room in the direction of the voice. "Nat_ where is that good-for-nothing piece of trash?!" I heard her asking as I ran in. "Y-yes, here I am," I said out of breath. She whipped around from the mirror to glare at me, her lids narrowing dangerously. "You useless t**t!" She took two steps at a time and stopped in front of me. My eyes fell to the floor. "Did you not hear me calling you?" "I- I came immediately I heard you, Dins-" A resounding slap diminished the remaining words in my mouth, mailing my face in the opposite direction. I let out a cry of pain as I cradled my aching cheeks. "I have warned you severally never to address me by my name!" She tilted forward and screeched. "How dare a common Omega like you say my name! You shall address me as mistress!" She grabbed my hair and pulled furiously. "Mistress! Say it!" "Please, stop," I squealed as my scalp threatened to peel, angry tears beginning to spill down my face. Anger boiled through my blood which I tried to control. She often did this to get a reaction out of me so she could have a reason to punish me. "Say it!" "Mis_" A Torrent of sharp cries left my mouth as I started to say the words. "...tress." I finished, hence she released my hair sending me scrambling to the floor as she turned to walk back to her former position. "Stupid b***h!" She grabbed a bottle of disinfectant on top of the vanity table and spread it on her hands, massaging them together to rid herself of the disease called me. "You always, always bring out the worst in me so everyone would think I am mean to you. You are such an insufferable wretch!" She hissed, snatching a comb from the Omega standing beside her. I managed to regain myself and started to stand from the ground. "What am I eating this evening?" She asked. I wracked my brain. "Fish and chips," I hurried out. She scoffed. "Run down to the kitchen and tell them I will be having a simple prawn salad." I turned to leave. "Don't forget I don't do plenty mayo." I nodded. She flipped about to gape at me. "Yes, mistress." I hastily added. "Good. Now go on, you stink." She dismissed me like a dog with her comb. I took the stairs two at a time because if by chance I missed her diet this evening, then I was certain of getting a thorough beating in front of the entire family. Somehow, Dinsel believed to catch the attention of the Alpha King, she needed to lose weight and look like an A-list model which to my pain had turned me into her meal-runner. After relaying the message, I hurried back to the room I was initially scrubbing, picked up the rag and resumed where I stopped. This was the dining room and needed to be sparkling clean before everyone came down for dinner. I was so engrossed in my task I didn't notice the shadow approaching from behind until it was too late. I jumped, my heartbeat advancing when I saw Philip, my stepbrother and the incoming Alpha. He stood at the entrance and stared lecherously at me until slowly a devious smirk spread on his pitbull face. "I told you to hide when you perceive me coming, Scarface...oh," He covered his mouth in mockery. "...Just remembered you are scentless." And then burst out laughing. Tears clouded my vision. Philip was a horrible person just like his siblings. But his was worse because it went beyond mental abuse. "Im sorry, I promise to leave," I hastily said. "I am already done with the room, please let me just go." "Shush!" He placed his forefinger on his lip and shut the door, prancing closer. "I have thought about you since the last time." "The last time?" I whispered, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Nothing happened the last time." A tear fell, my breath becoming laboured. He was talking about the other time he groped me in my room. He rolled his eyes upwards with a nonchalant shrug. "But we came close...which is why I have been thinking about..." "No," I said sharply, dropped the rag and ran forward. Out of fear I didn't do my calculations right and ended up in his arms. He picked me up and smacked me on the wall, delivering two hot slaps on my face and when I didn't relent, he grabbed my neck and squeezed. I panicked, thrashing my legs as I tried to scream but as much as I tried, I couldn't because I was a weak omega and he was the powerful Alpha prince. "I told you the next time we meet that I shall touch you, didn't I?" I tried to shake my head as balls of tears cascaded. "I have dreamt about this day, Scarface. So just...shush." He gripped the front of my dress, ripped it, and started fondling my breasts. I struggled harder, my head starting to spin. I was going to swoon, I was sure of it. "Stop. Struggling!" He whispered-yelled in my right ear as his right hand descended down my dress towards my extremity. "What is going on here?" I found myself falling until I collapsed to the ground. I rolled to my front to cover my nakedness, followed by a coughing spree. My throat was burning. "I was just leaving, Mom," The beast said as his step receded from my sight. I was still balled on the ground coughing fervently. His demise was replaced by that of his mother. She stopped right in front of me. "Stand up and finish scrubbing the floor, Natalie. Do not let me see this room like this when I come back again!" And then she was gone. I lay there shaking erratically as tears continued to gush down my face. However, when I recalled if I did not finish cleaning these floors on time, more punishments would follow I quickly sat up and managed to finish my chores. Once done, I winded my way through the halls to my room to change into something decent and since that was my last chore- until they had finished eating- I made my way out. I desperately needed a run in the woods. The weather was warm this evening which made it the perfect temperature to escape for a while. If I was going to spend a night in this hellhole and not kill my stepbrother in his sleep, then I was damning the consequence and taking the risk. In the woods, I removed my dress, shifted into my small weak wolf, and dashed carefree through the trees. I was filled with so much pent-up rage that as I ran I threw caution to the wind, not caring of my direction. I needed to forget my stepbrother didn't just try to r**e me again and the fact that my stepmother acted like she didn't witness the wicked deed. My mind was so occupied as I ran that I didn't see the figure looming ahead of me until I was near it and because I was not prepared, went crashing into it. "Watch where you are going, little fieryball," A thick Western accent drawled as my wolf straightened from its crashed position. I shook my fur and looked up at the man in front of us, and for a second my world came to an automated halt. ...