The Broken Alpha

2018: Dani's POV "DANI! Where is my meal you little BRAT!" my father spat from the sofa. "Its in here sir, is there a problem?" I asked innocently from the kitchen sink, hands deep in soapy water from washing dishes. My father storms into the kitchen eying the plate of steaming food on the table angrily before telling me to call him the minute it is ready next time. I agreed and stood there silently, drying my hands while waiting for him to finish. He looked up at me, glaring harshly. "Did u complete your morning tasks?" He asks calmly, with an evil glint in his eye. My heart started to race and my palms started to sweat when I remembered that I had woken up late this morning. I had to delay tending to one of the small guest rooms in the pack house. I looked down at my feet. "Not yet, sir" I answered quietly. Within a flash his fist connected with my left cheek, forcing me to the floor before he grabbed a fist full of my hair, leaning down beside my ear. "You may be my blood, but all you do is bring me and this pack shame and embarrassment" he spat with so much hatred in his eyes that it brought tears to mine before he let go of me and gave me a hard blow to the stomach pushing me to the wall. Later that night... Dani lay in her bed which was actually a busted old matress on the floor, sobbing. She felt helpless. She was turning 15 in a week and she was dreading it because she was to be passed around to her father and his friends (the pack hierarchy) as a birthday gift, just like the year before. She cried herself to sleep that night and dreamt that if her mother was still alive and by her side, she wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't be alone and as weak as her father and pack had made her from years of abuse. Over the past five years, she has thought a lot about escaping and has tried twice. Once when she was eleven and again when she turned thirteen but was caught both times and was beat unconscious. She didn't stop thinking and planning though. As of next week she plans to become a rogue before the traditional game of 'pass the w***e' takes place. She went through that once before and that was enough for her. Dani has spent the last eight months planning her escape, knowing she had to be gone by the time she turns fifteen. Every Friday night when the Alpha was with his friends drinking, she would steal money from his wallet and stash it away under a floor board in a shoe box. She would collect canned food over the last few months, work extra hard to avoid a beating to conserve her energy and wake up early every morning to secretly train and exercise before starting her daily tasks in order to build her strength. She had some basic training from her childhood, but it wasnt much help. The following day I woke up in darkness when my wolf Kayla informed me that its 4:00am and it's time to train before tasks. I groaned softly before putting on a tank top and shorts and sneaking outside. I ran straight to my training area which was a small clearing hidden in the forest about a 15 minute run from the pack house. At first, I was so weak it took me 26 minutes to get there, but now I have gotten it down to 14 by making it a routine. I have also gotten faster, better at hiding, more agile and have learned to avoid making sound when on the move. This is something I'm still working on but I have proven to myself this last year that it is something I can do and that I'm in control of my body during my training so I can just let go of all worries and focus on the task at hand. When I arrived at the clearing a soft voice stopped me in my tracks. "Dani, my beautiful baby girl, you are almost there. This is only the first step in your journey but you are my strong, determined and powerful baby girl and you can do anything." I recognised the voice in an instant. "Mama!?! I called looking around frantically. Then I heard it again but it sounded like it was all around me being carried on the wind as it whistled through the trees, instead of coming from one direction. "Cricket, sweetie, I know this is scary and confusing for you and I am so sorry for what your father and our pack have put you through. It breaks my heart to see them hurt my baby, their own sister, daughter and pack member. I'm ashamed of all they have done to you but you cannot be bitter, not right now. You will have your revenge, some day. You have to focus on your training and get away the night before your fifteenth birthday. I will be with you from now on, guiding you, helping you. I wish I could have contacted you sooner but you weren't strong enough. I need you to focus my darling and get out of there, and I will see you soon. I love you Cricket." and like that she was gone, leaving me confused, angry, scared and sad but most of all, determined. Mama was with me now and I know that I would survive, at all costs, just to talk to her, to see her again, to live.