Alfa's Nameless Mate

Everything Changes

.....I began to weep. Why would a boy deserve death?? Why would my brother deserve death for helping someone?? I didn't understand. I covered my mouth so no one would hear my sobs, then my eyes widened. The wolf jumped across the river and landed on my brother, pinning him to the ground. He snarled and snapped at my brother, catching his arm. Marcus fought. He couldn't change, and he had no weapon. It was hand to mouth combat. The other boy got up and tackled the wolf. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" He screamed. "HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!" "Nonsense!! He tried helping you and now he knows too much! He has to die!!" The wolf was fast. He moved like lightening to the boy, but bit my brother. Marcus ran and stuck his arm in between the wolf and the boy. The wolf bit down and blood went everywhere. I could hear the crack of bones in Marcus shoulder. He screamed in pain. The other boy picked up a large branch and swung it, hitting the wolf on the head, forcing him to let go of Marcus. The wolf yelped and whimpered. "You little fucker!!" He yelled at them. He lunged again at my brother and the boy. The boy grabbed my brother and tried to pull him out of the way, but the wolf grabbed him again. The next moment ripped my heart out. I saw the wolf slip down the river bank, dragging my brother and the other boy with him. I screamed.. "MARCUS!!!!!!" I ran to the river and couldn't see anything. There was no trace of them in the river. All that was left was the blood my brother left behind and the marks from the wolf slipping. I couldnt handle it. I collapsed and fell on my knees. I screamed "No!No!No!No!Nooo!" I watched the rain slowly destroy the evidence... the blood.. and the tracks... until nothing was left. I don't know how long it was, but the rain had stopped, my hair had begun to dry. And I sat motionless on the ground, staring at where my brother was last. "This is my fault. This is my fault. This is my fault. This is my fault." I whispered to myself over and over again. Then I heard it. I heard my mom and dads voice. "WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER??! I SMELL HIS BLOOD WHAT HAPPENED?!??!" I couldn't do anything. I just stared at the ground where he was. The scent had washed away. The prints washed away as well. It was just me left, and everyone became suspicious.

     My parents began to believe the rumors. It had been weeks, and they hadn't said my name. All I heard was "what did you do? Its your fault. Your brother is dead because of you." And slowly I began believing. It was my fault. Was he really dead? He had to be. He couldn't have survived. Him and the boy must have drowned. And no one believed what happened. Marcus was my parents pride and joy. And I didn't realize it until I lost them. My parents were broken. They sat around the house staring at the walls, slowly loosing their minds. I had turned eleven in the months past. They hadn't changed. They were cold toward me. I wasn't their daughter in their eyes. I was just some girl who was a useless murderer. This took a tole on them, and then one day, they snapped. I came home one day from running errands and they had destroyed the house. They looked rabid. I had heard of rabies. It effected animals. Me and Marcus found a small raccoon one day that had rabies. It was aggressive and foamed at the mouth. My father had to kill it, saying that once an animal goes rabid, nothing can be done. And they looked rabid. They weren't in their human forms, they were their wolves. They looked at me like I was dinner. I started shaking asking why, but I knew. I had heard that if werewolves lost something precious, they could either be strong enough to over come it, or be weak enough to let it take over. The proper word wasnt rabies. No, they were werewolves that had lost their human minds. They had become rogues. Rabid rogues. They didn't care anymore about our pack. They lost themselves. The growls brought me back to reality. I cowered in the doorway to our once happy home. Stumbling back, I ran toward the main pack house. I could hear them following me. They were coming. I screamed "SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!" And someone did. The other pack members came running out one by one, not to help me, but to protect their families. I fell into the grass clenching it while tears burned in my eyes. It took almost all of our strongest warriors to fight and kill them. They had to be killed, or they wouldn't stop. I cried, thanking everyone who walked past me, until I heard a voice.... "shut up you little b***h. This is your fault. You are cursed. Your hair and your eyes. You're nothing but a curse to this pack. You're weak." I stared in complete disbelief. I was a curse to the pack? 

  I stared at my ceiling, thinking of what happened back then. No one ever said my name again. That day forward I was used as a pack stress reliever. They could hit me, beat me, whip me, torture me. They only thing they could do was f**k me, or kill me. In order to keep my "curse" from spreading, if I looked at someone wrong I would be punished. Anyone, even the people who were once below me could punish me. I was moved to the attic of the main pack house. I ate whatever scraps were left, if there were any, and any good scraps went to the dogs. Yes, the dogs ate better than me. The bed I was laying in wasn't even a bed. It was an old mat that laid on the floor. I had a thin sheet to cover up with, and barely any clothes. I felt like Cinderella, but Cinderella got treated better than me, and Cinderella found her prince. I had no one. 

"Hey slut!!" Its time for breakfast!! Its 5:30 why are you finished cooking?!? The alfa and luna will be down soon!! Get your ass down here!!"

I took a deep breathe and sighed. My new names were curse, slut, b***h, cunt, fucker, you name it they said it. Everything but my actual name. To them, I had no name. I was just there. I got up and put on my clothes for today. Some stained gray sweat pants, a worn out burgundy shirt that said "curse mark," and my crappy tennis shoes, I only got so I wouldnt kill the grass as I walked my cursed self over the premises. As I opened the door, Jack, one of the alfas betas, was waiting for me. The pain stung as he slapped me for sleeping in 5 minutes. He grabbed my hair and leaned in close. "Listen here you little b***h. Alfa and his luna will be here in 20 minutes. You better f*****g have breakfast ready for the whole pack, got that?" His breathe smelled worse than rotten eggs. "Do you even brush your teeth before you leave your room?" I asked. I shouldn't have asked. Because the next minute I was thrown down the stares. As I reached the bottom, I whimpered in pain. I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, I felt my wrist crack as I put pressure on it. I yelped and whimper with my head held down, holding my wrist. I was positive it was broken. But then so were my ribs. Jack followed me and kicked me hard on my side a couple of times. I coughed up blood the next minute. He whispered, "you have 15 minutes left you cunt. Get to cooking." And then he left. My wrist was turned purple and so was my side. I held my right hand against my side and felt the movement of my ribs. Yep, they were broke. I could feel the pain in my chest, my left lung felt like it had been punctured, it probably was, which is where the blood I coughed up came from. I pushed through the pain and wiped the blood from my mouth. It wasn't anything new.. i walked down the stairs, carefully not to reinjure something. When I got to the kitchen, jack and another underling were sitting at the table. Thomas. Thomas was his name. Thomas had never done anything to hurt me. In fact, if no one was around, he would help me. The rule of the house was, if you helped me you would get punished as well. If you even looked at me without punishing me, you would be punished. And because of that rule, no one helped me. They were scared to. In the past, some tried, but after one round of punishment they were too scared to glance my way. Well, everyone but Thomas. He never spoke to me. He just showed up after a punishment and helped get me bandaged. I don't know why he was that kind or why he even risked it, but I wasn't going to complain. At least one person cared. Because Jack was there, Thomas didn't even glance at me, but i didn't mind, I didnt want him to get punished either. I made my way to the cabinets. I pulled out several large skillets, some large pans, and a few other cooking utensils. I had 10 minutes. I grabbed the eggs, butter, milk, and jelly out of the fridge. Scrambled eggs, toast and sausage. Thats breakfast today. I cranked the stove burns up high and started. I normally wouldn't cook at temperatures this high, but I was already late so I had to hurry. My left wrist was killing me. I tried not to think of the pain. Instead, I began cracking eggs and whipping them up. Eggs, milk, pepper, salt, butter. They make the perfect, fluffiest eggs. In a separate skillet I had sausage cooking, and in the oven, toast. 15 minutes later I was pulling out the orange juice and setting it on the counter. I put out the jelly, butter, milk, and plates for the pack house. The only thing left was the sausage. I cursed under my breathe as I looked at the time. It had been 15 minutes. Alfa and luna were a little late, but I didn't complain because I wasn't done cooking yet. I turned around to see the sausage was fully cooked. I turned the stove off and grabbed the pan with the sausage. "Why isn't my breakfast ready??" the too familiar voice said. I turned around and bowed my head. "Sorry Luna, its ready now, just let me put it out to serve." *slap*

My face was on fire from her hand. Because I bowed my head each time I saw her, I didnt really know the details of her face. I knew she was fierce, with fire red hair. She always kept her toes painted red, and I assumed her finger nails as well. "As your luna I expect my breakfast to be ready when I'm here. And i was even late today!" She grabbed.my hair and pulled my head up where my ear was near her mouth.. she whispered, "Youre a pathetic excuse for a wolf." And shoved my head back down. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to not cry in front of the pack. "I-im sorry luna. Ill get it ready now." I turned around and grabbed the pan again, but this time, I coughed. I could feel the weight of my left lung. It had been pierced by a broken rib, and blood was filling it up. I coughed again, and kept coughing. "What the actual f**k?! Did you SERIOUSLY just cough up BLOOD on our BREAKFAST??!?!" It was alfa. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back to where my face was faced up toward the ceiling. I closed my eyes. I could feel the blood rolling out the corner of my mouth. I didn't think I would last long not without medical help. Alfa spit in my face and threw me to the ground. "Jack, clean this s**t up. We are going out for breakfast." I held back tears. By saying "clean this up" he meant clean ME up... and punish me.. and Jack would love to do just that.