Destined love

Zara' Pov It was 1am when I finished washing the dishes and cleaning the whole kitchen and was about to head to the laundry room to start with the packs of dirty linens. Well, that is my life....... Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Zara Winterburg. I am an omega in my pack, which is the Crescent Moon and is being led by Alpha Damien and Luna Mary. After my parents died in a rogue attack, I was moved into the pack house where I have been made a punching back and practically a pack slave since I was 8 years old. Practically, they blame me for everything bad that ever happened in the pack. I don't know why they treat me like this, but I always pray to the Moon Goddess to grant me my wish on my birthday where I will get my wolf and my mate. I can't wait for that day to come as I will be meeting my soulmate and my misery will come to an end and I will finally find happiness and love. My wish is to leave this pack, and it's awful memories that keep on hunting me day in and day out. When I was busy with the laundry, I felt hands on my waist and, by the scent, I already knew who it was. It was none other than Dave, the future Beta of our pack. Everyone knows that he is the biggest man w***e, and he likes to have it every day. Such men disgust me and I hate the fact that he's been trying to get inside my pants, and he is not even hiding it from everyone. I didn't even fight him off, knowing it would be useless and just ignite him more. "Where have you been, my slave? I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you deliberately hiding from me?" "What do you want, Dave? "And for the record, I haven't been hiding, just doing my chores." I asked with venom laced in my voice and I know it won't help me but lend me more trouble than I would like right now, as I will be punished for having a big mouth. He closes the distance between us as he presses against me and I can feel him hardening as he puts his nose on the crock of my neck and inhales my scent at the same time. His hands grobe feverishly on my breasts, and he is rubbing himself on me. I close my eyes just to keep myself from throwing up and the fear of being punished and hopelessness to myself. "Well, you know what I want and your scent is so amazing. "I don't even know why I want you this bad, but as long as you can give it to me willingly, no one will want anything to do with you. It would definitely make me a happy man, don't you think my slave?" I don't respond to him as I try to continue with my work. I try to push him and move him aside, but he grabs me by the throat and I struggle to breathe. "You dare ignore me slave". I sense anger and frustration in his voice. " Please Dave "I said softly as I tried to move past him. I felt his other hands moving under my dress while I was being held by the throat. I didn't even hear his other hand when it started moving down towards my dress and I froze. When he moved toward my blossom, I panicked as I was becoming terrified of what would happen. I was saving myself for my mate and no one else, not even the Beta'son, would be touching me. When we were growing up, I always heard stories of having a first time with your mate and how special it was, and I've always dreamed of that day. His hands started to loosen a bit around my throat and I started to think of a way to escape. "I told you, Dave, that it would only happen in your dreams, and I'm not interested in you, not now and not ever. "Just leave me alone," he growled as he slapped me harder on my face and split my lips in the process. I felt my head spinning, and I asked myself where that came from. That courage never formed in me. I raised my hand to my lips as I felt the wetness. I knew that I was bleeding. He grabbed my throat again, raising me from the position he had dropped me in and starting to squeeze, restricting air from coming in. I struggle to breathe, and no words come out as I try to speak, but nothing. He dropped me on the floor, kicking me on my chest and I heard a crack, knowing that my ribs were broken and that would be very painful. " You think you are special. Well, let me tell you, you are just a worthless b***h who doesn't belong in this pack, you are a piece of s**t I will be doing you a favor by even touching you, you prick,"he says this while he is busy kicking me some more, breaking even more bones, while I've been cradled in fetus position trying to shield myself. "I will definitely have you b***h just wait and see you don't have a choice and if you refuse me your life will be in my hands, and you will see what being under me has. "No one will help you, slave. "Let's see how you will run away from me. "Watch yourself, bitch." He spit on me and left. I gathered myself up while I was groaning in pain as I tried to get myself with the pain I was feeling made it difficult to finish the laundry and headed up to my room, which is the Attic. When I reached my room, I found all my stuff scattered everywhere, and I knew his minions were at work. This has been his way of making things difficult for me. At least they didn't tear anything up this time. I began to tidy up the place and clean myself up and mend my injuries, wrapping an old bandage on my chest before making my bed, which consists of a mattress that has wholes on it and make shift pillow and a blanket that was made out of baby blankets that were thrown out that barely kept me warm in the winter nights. I lay in my bed while I thought about what tomorrow would bring as I would be turning 18 and my life would be changing, and I drifted off to sleep, ignoring the pain in my chest and wishing my nightmares would finally become happy ones.