Alpha Slave

Chapter One Part One Hello, my name is Lizabeth Grayson and I’m a werewolf. Well, if you want to get technical about things, I guess I should be considered a Shifter because I don’t have to wait until the full moon to shift into my wolf. I can transform at will, so I guess Shifter would be the proper term. Who am I? Well, I used to be the daughter of The Alpha of The Wildwoods Wolf Pack. I used to be the next in line to lead my pack. I had a younger twin brother who I believe to be dead now. But all of that ended when my parents were murdered. It wasn’t just them either, but also many members of my pack were killed as well. Very few escaped that day, if any escaped at all. My mother had hidden me in the kitchen closet. Her last words to me were to “hide and survive no matter what.” My pack was known for being some of the fastest wolves around, but they were also skilled in battle as well. However, another pack made a challenge to my father. My father won the first challenge and let the other Alpha go, granting him mercy; my father had no desire for his pack. My father had many friends. He chose to make peace not war and he had treaties with many other packs. There was a second challenge and my father lost, but he managed to make it out of it alive because the opposing Alpha cheated poison against him. The challenge was called off. Later that night, I woke up to the sound of screaming. I ran towards the screams but before I could leave the house, I heard my mother screaming for me and when she found me she pulled me out of sight and hid me away. Neither she nor my father came back for me. After the screaming had stopped, someone opened the door of the closet I was hiding in. I was dragged out of the closet and outside by a warrior and forced to kneel before The Alpha. I saw my mother and father lying on the ground dead and when I looked around I saw many members of my pack lying dead around them. Men, women and children, even animals were dead, my friends and family, everything I once knew were all gone in just a few hours. When I was asked my name, I lied and told the alpha that my name was Beth Gray and that my parents were the ones who did the cooking and cleaning in the Alpha House. As I spoke I tried not to look at my parents. I looked around for my younger brother but I didn’t see him anywhere. I wondered if my dad had been able to hide him away like my mother did me. I was about to turn nine years old when that m******e took place a little over eight years ago. I’ll be eighteen soon. Who am I? Well, I am no one now. I was taken in by the pack that slaughtered my family and pack. Well, actually I am a slave to the pack that slaughtered my family and pack. I hate them and with every ounce of my being I wish them all to be dead. In this pack, I was dragged into The Alpha and told them I was a nothing wolf, a rouge that he decided to take in and I should be grateful. He put me to work and if I refused, he and the others would beat me up. I learned to keep my mouth shut. But The Alpha in me makes that difficult sometimes. Oh, who am I kidding? I talked back every chance I got. My Alpha blood refuses to bow down to anyone. Several times, outsiders would come into the territory from time to time but I was usually hidden away, but on occasion there was no war and it was during those times those people tried to kidnap me. I’m not sure why, but maybe they thought they could use me to get to their enemies. The would-be kidnappers were all chased off at some point and a few I felt like I had seen before. But even if I was kidn*pped, I would likely be in the same situation I am in right now, a slave. A few years ago, I began thinking differently of those who had tried to come and kidnap me. Maybe they were survivors from my Pack coming to take me back. ~~~ I was standing in the laundry room folding laundry. It was one of my many daily chores. I cook, clean, do laundry and everything else for the entire pack of Blood Moon Wolves. It’s a name they earned many years ago and they kept it. I guess they thought people would fear them more if they kept them. I hate this place but I cannot leave. Technically, these murders have ahold of me until my eighteenth birthday. I lied about my birthday when they were questioning me as a child. I told them it was two days after it actually was. So, when I was sixteen and I shifted into my wolf for the first time, no one in this pack knew it. So, when I didn’t shift in front of everyone else, it solidified that I was nothing. That is how I wanted it anyway. They treated me like dirt. I’m just waiting for the day I can get payback for everyone they’ve killed. My pack's blood is on their hands and even though there may be very few of them left, I owe it to them to repay those who slaughtered them for no reason, with the same treatment they gave to them. I refuse to bow down to Mason and his bastard of a father, Kegan. Kegan is the one who is responsible for killing my family and pack. He deserves a slow and painful death, which is what he’ll get. Kegan has tried to get me to bow down to him ever since he dragged me to this hell hole. And because I have refused, I get beaten and starved. But I am an alpha by blood and birth and I refuse to bow down to anyone, least of all murdering scum. Mason beat me until my ribs broke when he became Alpha because I refused to bow to him and call him my Alpha. My hate of these people is all I have to keep me going. I sleep in a drafty barn with a sheet for warmth. I train in my wolf and human forms in secret at night far away from them and, despite what they think, I make sure I eat at least once a day. I even taste the food when I prepare it sometimes, not that they will know they aren’t coming into the kitchen. They don’t do anything for themselves. If I left right now, they would all likely starve to death or burn the pack house down trying to cook. I smile to myself when I think of that. It’s an amusing thought. Only three weeks until my eighteenth birthday (well, almost four in the minds of Mason and Kegan) and then I can get the hell out of here and find my mate. I really hope my mate isn’t someone from this pack because I hate every single one of them and I want them all dead just like my pack. I will show no mercy. They showed my pack no mercy and slaughtered them all. Now they will all get the same treatment. They deserve nothing less. I finished the laundry and headed upstairs to make the beds. Once I’m done, I sweep and mop the upper halls and stairs. I’m not allowed on the upper floors unless I am cleaning. I’m not allowed in the alpha’s room at all. It must be messy in there, as far as I know. It’s never been cleaned. Once I’m done there, I begin to prepare lunch for the pack. I make sandwiches of different kinds. I make hundreds of them and I even manage to sneak three of them while I make them. It’s probably all I’ll be able to eat today anyway. But I have no regrets, the sandwiches will keep me going a little longer today. Is it enough to fill me up? No, but it’s better than nothing. Also, if I gain too much weight they will know I am sneaking food and probably beat me for it.