Mated To The Cruel Lycan King

I was drenched in sweat as I signed for the hundredth time today. My body was wet with water, and I was almost fainting from fatigue. Isabelle woke me up as early as 5:30 AM to start working while she went back to bed. This is my usual routine: wake up, scrub the whole house, and make sure breakfast is ready before they get out of bed. After I had lost both my parents, I was adopted by my foster parents. Life became a living hell for me after I was taken in by them, but that was not all. Being a weak omega in the Crimson Pack meant just two things: being a slave to the pack and a breeder, as I was considered the lowest of the bottom barrel. I was being bullied by them and humiliated wherever I went. I am pretty much a slave in this house too. I signed as I let out another sign and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. I had just finished cleaning the whole house, cooking their meals before they woke up, doing laundry, and now I am washing the dishes. Isabelle walks into the kitchen holding a plate in her hand. She throws it into the sink as she hurries out, like something was going to bite her if she stayed any longer. As my eyes landed on the plate, my stomach growled loudly. It’s been three days already, and no food has touched my mouth. I cook all the meals but have been ordered to not taste any of them; otherwise, I would be severely punished. My only crime for this harsh punishment was that I shielded my face when Isabelle slapped me and wanted to do so again. She had lied to my foster parent that I had hit her. What a life! I couldn’t help but fight the tears that were trying so hard to roll down my face. Crying doesn’t change anything; it would just make me weaker and more hungry. Crying is exhausting. What are you doing? The voice roared behind me, making me shake, and the plate slipped out of my hands as I tried to stop it from hitting the hard floor, but I was too slow as it hit the ground and broke into pieces. One of the pieces slashed my arms as I winced in pain. I am doomed! Fierce green eyes stared at me as fear gripped my heart. I knew what was going to happen next, and my wolf whimpered inside me. As my fear grew,. “You foolish thing!” Miriam sneered at her tone, filled with hate and viciousness. I shuddered in fear as I bent down and started to pack the broken pieces with my bare hands as she walked towards me. “I didn’t mean to; it slipped from my hands. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it fiercely. I screamed in pain as I tried to pull my hair away from her tight grip to ease the pain in my scalp. "Please... please, I didn’t mean to." I pleaded, but she didn’t listen. A slap resounded on my face, her fingers almost digging into my eyes, my eyes stinging as I cried in pain. “How many plates are you going to keep breaking? Have you ever bought a plate in this house? I shook my head in fear. She pushed me to the ground, and I landed on the broken pieces of plate as they pierced through my back and arms. Pain shot through my body, and as I felt like hot needles were being pierced into my skin, I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming in pain. “Five more days! You won’t taste a meal in this house, and if I catch you drinking a single drop of water, I will skin you alive, and you will meet your parents in hell! Do you understand me? “Yes…yes.” I nodded my head vigorously as tears ran down my cheeks. “Get up from there and get me some wine! Miriam, Avery foster mom says as an evil grin appeared on her lips. I had no choice but to do as I was told. No one in the family cares about me; they don’t care if I am bleeding to death or if the worms in my belly are eating the inside of my tummy. If I didn’t do what I had been asked to do immediately, I would be severely punished. Miriam had once locked me up in the basement when I was just six years old. I had spent a whole month there, cold and hungry, with gigantic rats running around. I would have died if not for the little snacks Isabelle sneaks in for me! But now Isabelle has joined them in making my life hell. After I was brought out of the basement, I had promised myself to not do anything that would make me end up in there again. “Didn’t you hear what Mom said? Isabelle asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. “I’ll bring it right over.” I replied quickly before running to the cellar to get the wine; she likes to drink on a Tuesday evening. A faint light illuminated the dining room as I hurriedly brought the wine over. She sat on the table and smiled falsely at me. The warm white light reflected on her face, and as my heart beat against my chest, she looked like a wicked witch. She has a beautiful face, but her heart is so ugly. “I changed my mind," she said slowly as I handed her the wine. "I don't want this anymore." It's quite hot; go to the back of the house and get me one of the wines I stored there.” “But it’s pouring outside; the rain is falling heavily. If I go out I will catch a cold. Before I could continue, something came flying at me, and a spoon hit my head as I moaned in pain. “You just have a way of ruining my whole mood! Get your silly ass outside and get me the wine.” I took a step back as my eyes danced around. Liquid slowly poured out of my nose. I brought my hand to my nose, and I cleaned the liquid pouring out. When I looked at it, it was blood. I was bleeding out of my nose, my legs felt like rubber, and I felt weak. I had been working all day without eating for three days. I don’t know how long I can continue like this. “Hey! Dirty pig. If your stinking blood touches my carpet, I will skin you alive. She roared, and I quickly held my nose up as I ran out of the dining area. I opened the door as heavy rain washed the pouch. The rain washed down my body as I let my tears flow. I don’t know what I have done in my life to deserve this kind of cruel treatment. I hate my life so much. I just want to run away from here. But running away is pointless, as I am a weak Omega. Anywhere I run, I would be of use. I rushed to get wine at the back of the house. And as I came back, my foster father walked into the house. I walked closely behind him; he was quite happy, as he didn’t even notice me. He was grinning happily, and I wondered why. “So how was it? Have they negotiated a price? Miriam says as she opens the wine, before pouring a little into the glass and handing it to him. “Yes. He’s even willing to pay a huge sum. They both laughed loudly as I stared on, waiting for her to hush me away. “Oh, Avery. When we took you in, I knew you would be of use one day. Alpha Damien, little bride.” I covered my lips in horror as I heard the Alpha’s name. Alpha Damien of the Bloodmoon Pack is a cruel and murderous tyrant. “What? I said it in horror as I fell to the ground. No, I can't end up with Alpha King Damien’s hand. “You hear me right, you are going to be sold to Lycan Damien. She chuckled loudly as I stared in shock. “No, father. No, you can’t do this. He will kill me. Please reconsider.” I begged with tears streaming down my cheeks. Every person in the country knows Alpha Damien is a monster, and no woman who went near him ever survived. People say he kills them when they are of no use to him again, while others say he locks them in his dungeon, never to be seen again. The thoughts alone send shivers down my spine. I knelt down as I please; I would scrub harder; and I promise to be a good girl. Please, father, don't take me to Alpha Damien. I cried harder, hoping he would change his mind. “We have fed you, clothed you, and given you a roof over your head. You have no right to refuse it. Our family has raised you for so many years that you are supposed to pay something back. I rushed towards him and held the hem of his trousers. “Father, please don’t do this to me. I wailed. If you can’t do that much for us, then I will have to lock you back into the basement. At the mention of the basement, I felt a sudden shock in me as horrible memories of when I was locked up in there flooded back. My whole body ached, and I was growing weak. There were no tears left to cry; my body vibrated in fear. I knew I had to leave this place before tomorrow came. I would have to run far away from here, far away from the monsters that had taken me in. Dying outside was better than dying in Alpha Damien’s house. or dying inside that basement. “Alpha Damien’s little bride!” Isabelle teased.