Conquering the Conqueror

[SIXTEENTH CENTURY WOLFDOM, GOLDEN DAWN PACK.] MADISON BLAKE'S POV "Put your back into it! Is this how you want to go on the assassination mission by the princess and come back successfully? Fool! Despite training you since you were five to become a renowned warrior, you're still subpar! You should have just died instead of my mate, if you're going to be so useless. My father, Beta Francis Blake, roared at me. I bit my lips to hold back my tears and continued punching and kicking the bag of stones relentlessly. My hands and knuckles were already bruised from hours of punching the stone. Unlike others who trained with a bag of sand, I have been forced to train with a bag of stone ever since I turned sixteen. I'm seventeen right now. I will be eighteen in two days. The rain poured down relentlessly on me. I would have begun to shiver if not for the strenuous exercise I was engaged in. I sneaked a peek at my father who was sitting relaxed in the shed, sipping a crystal goblet of wine. I always knew he hated me. My mother, his beloved mate, died while giving birth to me. He hated me from the moment I was born. Everyone in the pack called me Jinx, even though I was Beta's daughter, everyone in the pack treated me like the lowest slave. Even the servants insulted me as they pleased. Why won't they? Especially since my father has shown on various occasions that he doesn't care whether I live or die. He had shown how much he hated and despised me. He even assigned me to be Princess Jennifer's blood guard ever since I was fifteen. A blood guard was a human shield, a slave that acted as your sword. A blood guard must shield her master in times of danger with her own body, sacrifice her life when told, and go on missions, no matter how stupid or wrong. A blood guard obeys orders unconditionally. I was trained to become a hand that kills for the alpha's family. I had no right to say no. Other blood guards were treated with honor because it was not easy, but I was not. Why would they? I wasn't paid for my labor, I'm even starved. My father knew how wicked Jennifer was but still assigned me to her. She sends me on ridiculous and humiliating ventures. Orders me to kill even when I want to say no. At such times, I always make sure I fail the mission and come back to receive my punishment. I won't kill innocent people to amuse Jennifer. "Punch with strength, you useless thing!" My father shouted again, bringing back my wandering focus to the task at hand. I increased the force of my fists, which meant that my hands bruised harder. The reason I was always humiliated was because of him. He had shown he loathed me and others followed his lead to humiliate me. No one tries any nonsense on my little stepbrother whom his chosen mate bore for him. After Cain and his sister Jennifer, he's the most respected youngster. He was the Beta's sweetheart and the future of the pack that would rule alongside Cain, while I was a lowly blood guard, literally a slave. Because, unlike other blood guards, I was not paid or fed. My father soon stood up and went inside. I quickly washed my hands in the rain and ran into the shed where I took out the towel and clothes. I hid and dried myself, changing into fresh warrior's garments before going inside the house. I want junk to see if I can eat before going to my shift at the Alpha's quarters. I sneaked into the kitchen to look for leftovers because my stepmother, Beatrice, would never let me eat with the rest. I found meatballs left over from last night and quickly ate them, but it was nowhere near enough. I sniffed the kitchen and noticed a sweet smell wafting from under the working table. I quickly bent down and saw a tray of leftovers under the sink, probably waiting to be washed away. It was not yet stale, they probably ate it for breakfast. I hurriedly threw the half-eaten chicken breast into my mouth and finished it off. I scooped the leftovers together, onto a plate. Trying to be as silent as possible to avoid being discovered. "How dare you eat leftovers meant for my dog?" I heard my stepmother roar and turned in fear. She caught me. But I saw the dog eating in the kennel an hour ago. I saw these under the sink and decided to eat them before washing the dishes", I hurriedly tried to explain, pasting a pleading gaze on my face. She slapped me viciously and yanked my hair. How many times have I told you to stop stealing food from my kitchen? If you're hungry, go to your dead mother and ask her to feed you"she said viciously, in a low voice. I bit my lips as tears came to my eyes. She yanked my hair again, nearly pulling out my scalp. "Throw those remnants into the trash and clean up the kitchen. The princess called for you. You better hurry up. Ensure you come home before midnight, lots of chores are still waiting for you here" she said and pushed me away. "Mom! Is there a need for that? Those are leftovers meant to be disposed of. Besides, why do you always refuse to feed her? Despite having her cook the meals sometimes? This is her home too!" I heard my fifteen-year-old stepbrother Karen shout from the door. I turned to see him frowning, and quickly signaled him to stop. "Shut up and go upstairs immediately. I have warned you to stop associating with a dirty little slave like her, you're the future beta of the Golden Dawn pack. Go upstairs immediately before I report you to your father" my stepmother shouted furiously. Karen angrily walked towards her to confront her, making me panic. I quickly signaled him to go back. He gave me a helpless glare and sighed, before leaving in defeat. I can't have him quarrel with everyone in the pack just because of me. In this whole pack, it's just him who always defends me. Despite being three years younger, Everyone calls me a jinx and treats me worse than the lowest slave, despite being Beta's daughter. I wonder when all this suffering will end, or if it ever will. What if the goddess hates me like everyone else? She will assign a cruel fate to me.