The Cursed Mate

Hello! My name is Millie Jones. I have brown hair and dull grey eyes. I am 5′7 and perfectly average. In fact, everything about me is average. From my perfect C grades to my less than ideal physical abilities. If anyone really looked into it they might have figured out I was too average, but no one ever did look that close. 
I am a she-wolf in the Full Moon pack. We are the largest pack in North America. There are 600 home wolves, 200 more ambassadors and over 120 businesses world wide that we control. We definitely are a force to be reconded with. From the outside one would say we are perfect...but I am on the inside and this pack is full of secrets and pain. One day it will all be told. I promise that on my very life. One day they will all pay… Oh wow I went a little dark there.
Soooo… A little more about little old me. I am the most hated person in my high school. Now, you might ask yourself, why? What heinous crime did I do to earn that? Did I kill someone or maybe endanger the pack? 
Nope. My crime is being ugly, weak, and unable to fight back. Did I mention I am mute? Now that might be important right? Haha! I at least amuse myself. So That’s right, I can’t talk. Well I can but I am under a spell that won’t let me. Millie the mute mutt is what they all call me. Especially when they are using me as a punching bag. This is my life. As sad as it may seem, it isn’t all bad. Want to know a little secret? My whole life is nothing but a lie. That’s right a LIE and soon all will be revealed. 
Today is a typical Thursday morning I wake at 5 am and sneak out of my home to go for a run. Star, speaks in my head.
Star : “Let’s go, I need to run!”
Impatient thing isn’t she. Star is the name of my wolf and like me she is also cursed. Sometimes I wonder if she regrets having me as her human.
Star: “I don’t now Let’s go!”
Millie: “ Yes, yes Star I am moving.” 
I live with my mom, Elizabeth, far away from the pack-house. Actually we live on the farthest end of pack territory. We live here with her mate Jim. It is mostly to protect me from others finding out the truth. Jim has always been kind to me and other then mom is the only one who knows the truth. Well the truth about who I am anyway. Only my friend Grey knows the dark truth. My pain, but that will be explined later. 
Now the average wolf, in their wolf form, can run 25 miles at one time before taking a break and will be pretty exhausted. At the pack house I am told they run this every morning in their training so that is how I start my training since I am not allowed to join them. Another fun reason why I am hated. Everyone assumes I am too weak to train. Ridiulous really. Anyway… 
I start off with a 25 mile run in my human form while Star eggs me on wanting her turn. The average wolf could never do this. Actually most Alpha and Beta wolves could not do this. It makes me smile inside to have that knowledge. After the first 25 I shift letting Star have her turn. Star runs 50 miles. She weaves and jumps through the woods like it is nothing. Sometimes even though she is a part of me she amazes me. It is like watching a movie at times when she is in charge. A 3D live action movie. Like I said I amuse myself. Don’t worry my story gets more interesting soon. 
For the last 25 I jog leisurely back to the house and check the time...6am. Not bad. Now I begin my weight training for the next thirty minutes I lift double my weight repeatedly. My whole goal is to be stronger then those who have hurt me. That is why I train so hard in secret. Soon my alarm sounds and I quickly shower, eat and head to hell.. I mean high school. 
You may be asking yourself how could an average wolf do all these things? They can’t, honestly not even a strong Alpha can do the things I can. I am not an average wolf even though I appear to be. The old saying never judge a book by it’s cover truly applies to me. I guess to truly understand we have to go back. Back to almost 18 years ago.... 
*the past* 
Elizabeth, her back still b****y from last nights beating lays on the floor of the cold dungeon with the silver coated chains burning into her ankles and wrists. She prays silently to the moon goddess when a voice is heard. 
“We need to rescue her now, with her being pregnant she is a risk to the new Queen. They will kill her and her unborn pup.”
“I know, can you lift her?“. 
Elizabeth feels herself released and lifted into warm arms, a small whisper on her cold lips...“please save my baby”. 
*even further past* 
A year before Elizabeth was brought to the castle of the Werewolf King along with all other 18 year olds of pure Alpha blood. It was getting more and more rare to find pure alpha females. Having both an Alpha father and mother was pretty slim. The King at age 26 had still not found his mate. Now most wolves find their mates between the ages of 18 and 20 so he was getting very frustrated. 
The males unmated by age 19 start the “hunt”. This just means they travel from pack to pack in a group looking for their mates. The King at had still not found his mate even though he attempted the hunt myltiple times. Each year without her he had become more unstable, closer to feral and cruel. He liked the way my mother looked and without her consent took her as his chosen mate marking her and r****g her.
She was heartbroken as she wanted to find her true mate and tried to run earning her nightly a***e in his bed as well as in the dungeon. Finally with child he kept her in the dungeon but allowed a hand maid to care for her as he needed an Heir. Then the King meet his mate. His mate did not know about my mom and their unborn child...me. His plan was to keep me and disappear my mother from this world. What a bastard! 
Also during this time period the council of supernatural beings were investigating the werewolf King. Reports of mates being killed out of his anger at not finding his own had prompted an investigation. A loyal witch began to work in the were-King’s palace.
Elizabeth opens her eyes on the boat. “Where am I ?” Her hand maid, Bonnie came into view. “You are awake, here eat Miss, you are safe”. Grateful my mother ate. To shorten the story her hand maid was the same powerful witch sent to spy on the King. To protect me she placed a spell over my unborn form. No one would see my true form. No one would know I was a Royal. I would not be able to speak out loud as not to give it away. The curse would only be broken when my mate acknowledged me. They never meant to be cruel but like they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. 
*present time* 
My mate, ha, I thought to myself. I had known my mate since I was 13 and he shoved my face to the ground rubbing it in the dirt because I stood in his way. I remember the smell of warm cinnamon filling me and the sorrow of my young heart breaking that my mate would do this.
My mate is the Alpha’s son, Collin Daniels. The arrogant a*s that made it his mission in life to make me miserable. If you are wondering why.. well all the things from above. I was the weak link in his delusion of a perfect pack. 
A few other fun things happened the day I found my mate. First I was beaten by him and sent to the pack hospital. Luckily for me my mother is a healer. A healer is like a nurse in the human world with magical abilities. I also have the healing ability but can’t use it due to the curse so more broken bones happened. 
I shifted for the first time that night and it nearly killed me. Most wolves shift at age 18, on their birthday. They even have a special celebration but not me. My mom hide the fact I had already shifted and said we would celebrate at home. Since I was recovering from what my mom just assumed was just another beating. .Yes my life was a living hell of school, pain, home, healed by mother and repeat. My only solitude was my weekends where I could hide away from my pack. This is my story, my life.