Mated to a Rogue

Tears stung through my eyelids as I tried to ignore their hands on my beaten body. I felt my mate's eyes burn my skin as he laughed at my sobs. My wolf cowered to the back of my head and a whimper escaped my lips as I felt her shut the doors between us. I was alone... I felt a sharp pain course my core and it was all too familiar. Once again, I was being r***d by the men who were friends to the alpha's son, also my mate; Kyle. He watched and got off my pain. He rejected me a few months prior, when I was dragged from my home after a rogue attack. My parents were killed, and I could no longer remain hidden. I was an omega, the lowest rank of werewolf, I grew up in fear of being discovered. Omegas were treated like slaves, I was no exception. I became their maid, I took care of chores in the pack house and was given a small room in the basement, near the dungeons. I was beaten by all and pitied by none. Now, I can feel myself drift out of consciousness, I can't feel the pain of them ripping through me and I can no longer hear the names they call me as they prove me weak. . . I woke up naked on the kitchen floor to a kick on my sides. I feel like s**t. I gaze at my surroundings to notice my torn close no longer covering my body. The image of being r***d flashed through my mind as tears welled up in my eyes. Then, I felt it again, a sharp pain course through my right side. This time, followed by a high shriek. "Get up w***e! You have an hour before Alpha comes and he expects a full meal!" I recognized the voice, I look up for a split second and meet her blue eyes. Disgust became apparent on her face as she yelled. "Don't you dare look at me you filthy b***h!" I quickly averted my gaze from Izabella and got up to my feet, trying to ignore the clear liquid running down my legs. I heard her heals click against the floor as she walked out. I picked up the leftovers of my clothing and covered myself as much as I could. I ran down to the basement, I tried to ignore the whistles of the prisoners but I stopped dead in my tracks when I hit a wall of what I only imagined freedom to smell like. It smelled of pine trees and wet grass. I filled my lungs and felt a warmth hug me. A deep voice purred in a cage next to me. "You should cover up in a place like this." I sensed a possessive tone in his voice. I started running to my room once again without looking at the stranger. After having put on a fresh dress, I rushed to the kitchen and made as much food as I could before they pushed through the kitchen door. The rows of tables filled up and they started cursing at me for being so worthless that I couldnt even make a full meal. Most of the room gave me hateful glances and I felt my body shake as Kyle started walking in my direction. I backed up against the kitchen counter as he leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Soon." His word echoed in my head and I felt my knees go weak. The dinner lasted what felt like days as I waited for my upcoming doom. The kitchen emptied and Kyle watched as I cleaned up. My hands couldn't stop shaking and despite my best efforts, I dropped a plate to the floor and it shattered. "That's it." I heard him mutter as he roughtly grabbed my arm and pulled me down to the basement. I was overcome by the smell of pine and wet grass again but couldn't see over Kyle's shoulders. He tore off my dress and I heard a growl in the cage behind him. I barely had time to cover my body with my hands before I was thrown in the cage and quickly locked in. I pleaded to him to let me out but he ignored me and looked behind me before saying. "Don't go easy on her. She's all yours. Make the best of it cause she will be the last p***y you get before your hanging." I felt chills run down my spine and my legs gave out. I heard my mate's laughter as he mocked me. I was overcome with shame for the hundredth time this week. Although I attempted to stand, my legs didn't obey. "Trash for trash." And then he left.