The Beta's Abused Daughter

10 YEARS OLD

It has been 4 years since I started being the pack slave. I still have Nina which I am thankful for. She helps me to remember that not everyone is a bad wolf. My routine is still the same cook, clean, and follow all orders given to me. I don’t know how I have survived all these years. Over time the constant slap to my face and the occasional punch to my face have gotten worse for some of the simplest things. I am cleaning the ball room after the Alpha had a party for his son Jake. Both Betas come into the ballroom and stand there watching me. I keep cleaning until they give me an order. As I am cleaning I feel something sharp in my side. When I look I know what happened. 

I can see my father standing right next to me with a smirk on his face. I still wonder what I did 4 years ago to make them hate me so much. As my mother is coming to walk up to me I get prepared for anything. They thrive off my pain. I try my hardest not to show any signs that I’m in pain. That only seems to make them want to do more. I am honestly glade that it’s just their fist and kicks. I know it can be worse. 

The look in my mother’s eye as she is walking up to me behind my father tells me things might just get worse today of all days I have to have this place cleaned by lunch. I did as much as I could last night after everyone finally left the ballroom. I didn’t get any sleep because by the time I went to go lay down for a few minutes I had to get up to make the pack breakfast. As soon as I was done with cooking I came back in here. The only thing I have left is to clean the floors everything else is done.

“This room should have been cleaned before breakfast slave” my mother states. 

Slave has become my new name. no one calls me Ava anymore except for Nina. I don’t answer I just look at the floor with my head bowed. 

“Guess you need to learn a new lesson. Follow me.” My mother says in a sickly-sweet voice. 

Before I can even start moving my father decides I need a few more bruises to go along with all the ones that aren’t even healed yet. I hate being around mirrors now more than anything. They just show my bruised face and body. When he is done I get up to start following my mom. She leads me out of the ballroom and into one of the rooms I’m not allowed in that’s down by the basement. From what I know. This is where punishments are given whether it be a whipping or something worse. I know I am in trouble now. No one has brought me here. I don’t even clean this room. 

I get shoved into the room and I land on the floor using my arms to keep me from falling face first onto the cement floor. As I am sitting there I feel my father grab me and tie my hands to a hook hanging from the ceiling. I am just waiting knowing this can’t be good. That’s when I notices the wall that is full of different weapons. There are plain whips, whips with silver spikes on them and whips that look like they are used for wolfsbane. There are all kinds of different knives. From small ones to big ones. All have at least two of each version one for silver and the other one normal. I also see clamps and other torture devices. I don’t want to know what any of them feel like. Even though I have a good feeling I am about to find out. Before I can even move I feel it. 

I scream out in pain as the first lash hits my back and wraps around my hip. I can’t help but the tears running down my face. 

“PLEASE STOP!!!” I scream out as another lash hits me. This one runs from my shoulder down to my lower back. I can’t stop the tears. The lashes keep coming. I lost count after 8. I can feel my body going limp. I try to fight it as my vision has black dots dancing across my eyes. I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes any more. 

I can feel the tears running down my face as my father takes the rope off the hook and lets me fall to the ground. I can feel my blood running down my body as I am sitting in a puddle of my own blood on the floor. 

“Get up and finish cleaning the ballroom and don’t be late for lunch either or you’ll get another whipping!!!” My father yells at me. 

I try to stand up but my legs are too weak to hold me up. I don’t think I can but I know I have to. I take a deep breath and find something to focus on. As I go to stand up again I did this time and take wobbly steps back up to the stairs. As I reach to top of the stairs I use what is left of my shirt to keep the blood from making a mess on the ground.  I am so tired, but I do as I am told. I don’t need that to happen again. Once I am thru the basement door Nina is in the hall and she looks at me. 

“What happened child?” She asks in a very small whisper.

“Betas thought I needed to be taught a lesson for not having the ballroom fully cleaned yet. I lost count after 8. I need to get my other shirt or I’ll never get this place cleaned with the amount of blood dripping.”

“Go to your room I’ll be there with medical supplies so we won’t have to worry about blood everywhere.”

“I don’t have time for that I need to finish and start lunch as fast as possible or I’ll be back down there. I don’t want to go down there Nina” I say as the tears start rolling.  She sighs and shakes her head.

“Go to the ballroom after getting a different shirt I will patch you up in there. I will need to show you everything tonight so you can bandage yourself up if something like this happens again.”

I turn around to see her running to get the medical supplies she was talking about. When I finally get to the ballroom I quickly finish up the floors and Nina is not here yet. So, I head to the kitchen to make lunch. As I was half way thru with getting everything started Nina came in. She had another Omega with her and when she saw me she looked like she going to puke.

“Go set the table. She can’t do it and she won’t survive another beating like this one.” She quickly tells the other omega. The omega hurries to do that. 

“She can’t do that if anyone sees her, then I’ll be punished again.”

“Ava, dear, we have a few omegas who are looking out and she is listening to using her senses to see if anyone is coming now lift your shirt we don’t have time to dilly dally.”

I lift my shirt and turn for her to see the damage. I hear her gasp as she is looking at it. I know it’s bad and I am glad I can’t see it right now. I feel her pouring something on it. It’s cold to the touch but then starts to burn. I have to grab onto the counter for support. Once she has finished that she takes this gel stuff and puts on cotton pads to put on my back and after its all covered she takes an ace bandage and wraps my whole body with it where there are cuts. I start to feel a little better as I am sitting there. 

The omega comes running back in the kitchen. 

“Nina its done. We need to hurry and leave the betas are coming this way.” She says in a rushed voice. 

“Thank you, Nina, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Now hurry and go. I don’t want anyone getting in trouble I’ll be able to finish up from here.” I say as I try to smile.

“I will be back to help you. Then teach you about this stuff and give you extra to change and keep everything clean.”

Just as she is leaving my parents come in to see what I am doing. When they see I am washing dishes while cleaning up the island from the mess from making lunch. I go and check on everything as if they aren’t here and watching me. I finish lunch and have everything ready for the pack to come and eat. Nina came back like she said. She put all of the stuff I needed in my room and went to go do her chores. As the day ends I am laying on my bed and trying to get some sleep. I just wish I knew what I did to make them hate me so much. 

It went on like that at least once a week. I still got beat everyday by different pack members on top of the whippings. Every time I would scream and beg for them to stop. It is always the hardest after because it becomes more often and longer. Mom and dad now take turns also. I try to stay strong, because I know I have to. I am waiting for my mate. My soulmate the one who will love me no matter what. Who will cherish me and protect me. At least what Nina tell me. Her mate is one of the warriors in the pack. She says that our Moon Goddess blesses us with mate for that eternal love. 

I just hope she is right. I have so many scars on my body. Not just my back anymore. They have started taking silver knives and cutting me with them. Every night I make sure to pray to the goddess. Not for help or anything like that but the strength to keep fighting and to stay strong. To not let any of them break me. Months go by with the torture and beatings along with all my chores that I have to do. I slowly start to become numb to the pain. I don’t know how they can make it worse on me but I know they will eventually. I have started faking begging them. Pleading them to stop. Once they realize one way is not giving them what they want they move onto more things to torture me with. So, I do what I can to keep that from happening. I know one day I’ll get out of this hell that I call a life.