The Alpha who Loved Me

Prologue

Prologue

(Author’s POV)

****WARNING THERE IS ABUSE IN THIS STORY DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO HANDLE ANY FORM OF ABUSE***

Everyone has a dream, some dreams are the same; however most are different. In Ava Sabine Schmidt’s case she only ever dreamed of one thing, and that was for someone to love her. Cowering under the blanket and trying hard not to cry, she hid from those around her not wanting to be “seen” as weak, even though she knew she was; or at least that is what she was always told by the ones that were supposed to love her. To those that didn’t know her they didn’t understand how this redheaded emerald green eyed 9-year-old could be so grown up for her age. Well, to answer their question it was because ever since she was 4 everyone in her family had treated her as either their slave or their very own punching bag. She was called everything a 9-year-old could imagine to be called and even things she didn’t quite understand, but one thing she knew for certain was that no has ever told her that they loved her. With the sound of movement in the air Ava tried to sink as far into the dingy mattress on the floor which served as her bed and wrapped the ratty quilt around her tighter, maybe if she didn’t make a sound they would go away and leave her alone.

“I know you’re awake you little bitch.” The slurred voice of her eldest brother Marcus Alexander Schmidt growled out before yanking the blanket off her and grabbing her up by her hair. At 12 years old he was already very tall for his age sitting at five foot seven as well as strong.

“Ahhhh…” she cried out at the pain of being dragged out of bed by her hair. But he didn’t pay any attention to her duress and instead started to walk out of the little hole they called her room, which was nothing more than a pantry in the kitchen. Stumbling along as her brother dragged her she noticed that they were heading to the basement which meant that he was going to beat her, for what she didn’t know, but she was sure she would find out what indiscretion she had supposedly done now. She tried hard to keep her balance as he dragged her down the stairs and sighed a momentarily sigh of relief when he released her hair and threw her on the ground.

There was silence for a moment before she heard the sound of rattling and then felt the heavy restraints locking on to her wrists her brother then started to lift her up to dangle by her small hands. The basement was where her family took her to punish her for whatever they felt she had done wrong. It could be as simple as breathing too loud and she would find herself dragged down here and beaten until she couldn’t scream anymore. They always lost interest in “punishing” her once she stopped screaming, and the few times that she rebelled and refused to utter a peep when they would beat her, they found different ways to make her scream.

“It’s all your fault you little b***h,” her brother screamed at her before she felt the biting sting of a nine-tail whip slicing through her thin cotton shirt and into her flesh. “You know the drill, start counting.” He growled out.

“O-One.” She gasped out, and grimaced as she felt the sting of another lash. “Tw-Two.”

When she reached 100 hundred, he finally stopped and walked in front of her grabbing her by the hair again. And yanking her head up so he could stare into her eyes. “Do you know why you are being punished b***h?”

She didn’t answer unable to find her voice.

“I asked you a f*****g question!” he screamed bring his face dangerously close to hers.

“N-n-no.” She stuttered.

“You’re being punished because it is your fault that our mother has died.” Her eyes grew wide with shock at what he said, not understanding how it could possibly be her fault.

“B-b-but I didn’t do anything to her.” She whispered softly, almost inaudible to those with normal hearing, but her family was different. They were werewolves, and were able to hear anything being said even if the person was a mile away.

“Your existence is the reason she is dead. No one wants you here.”

Tears streamed down Ava’s cheeks as she let the words her brother spoke sink in.

“You are nothing but a blight on this family, mom and dad should have just killed you, but they desperately wanted a daughter, instead we were saddled with you. You’re a disgrace.”

“Why?” She breathed out slowly still in pain from her lashing.

Marcus just chuckled dropping her head and balling his fists up. “You know why, you stupid pathetic freak.” He said moments before he literally started using her as a punching bag.

You see, not only do werewolves have really good hearing they also have a heightened sense of smell and sight, on top of that though, they have the ability to heal themselves quickly. Although, she was still a young pup, the damage her family does to her is always healed within 36 hours and when it came time for her to meet her wolf’s consciousness at the age of 13 she would be able to heal much faster, but she knew that meant the beating’s would just get worse.

“Please,” she begged. Tears streaming down her face as she cried gasping for breath. “I just want to be loved.” She whispered when she felt herself starting to slowly lose consciousness.

With an evil laugh her brother continued to punch her repeatedly and right as she felt the darkness sinking into her bones she heard him say something that was worse than any of the beatings she had ever gotten. “No one in this family will ever love you, you are nothing but a pup that was abandoned as a baby at the local orphanage and because of my parents longing for a daughter they adopted you. Not even your own parents wanted you. No one will ever love you.” With those final words she slipped into the welcome darkness hoping that she’d never awaken.