REJECTED BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS

CHAPTER 2

Jacob had Evelyn do his laundry and polish his boots.

It wasn't exactly what she expected , so she didn't know if to be happy or sad. Jacob, despite his buff physique had a minimalist makeover for his room. It was in simple navy blue with just the bare necessities. Evelyn was beginning to think about how minimal her torment was when she felt a rough hand grab her nape.

"Word is," Jacob started, his fingers tightening around her neck. "You've been running this little mouth of yours."

Evelyn winced in pain, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him off. That was as impossible as stopping a run. "Eh..." She laughed uneasily. "Not exactly."

"See that?" He taunted and pushed her to the ground. Her knee banged on the floor and sent vibrations of pain up her body.

"I didn't do anything!" She screamed, frustration and pain leaking into her voice. She grabbed her knee, it was aching like mad.

Jacobs eyes narrowed dangerously. Without warning a heavy slap connected with her left cheek and her right cheek in quick succession. She felt blood fill her mouth, her brain rattled in her skull from the force of the slaps. She choked, spitting out blood.

Jacob made a noise of disgust. "What the actual f**k? Don't mess my rug up!" He screamed, kicking her swiftly in the stomach. She doubled over, groaned deeply. He grabbed her by the hair and held her up, his eyes deep pools of fury. "Remind again why you're still alive?"

Evelyn chuckled, her vision was doubling and darkness encroaching into her eyes. But she smiled, tearing her split lip even further. "Because no one does laundry like me."

Jacob slapped her again dropping her body on the floor like a forgotten sack of potatoes. "Clean up your mess." He spat with vitriol and walked out slamming the door as loud as he could.

Evelyn choked, her entire body lighting up with pain. Her lower ribs ached badly she feared they could be broken. Each breath she took hurt her sides and her cheeks were quickly swelling up. She gathered her supplies and continued cleaning wordlessly. Soon. Soon enough she'll be mated to a kind loving wolf and leave the pack for good. Or perhaps finally then will they pay her some respect. Her vision got blurry and she realized she was crying.

It had always been like this. Since she could remember she was the joke of the pack, an oddball rejected, ridiculed and cast aside like a piece of used tissue. She couldn't understand why they were so unfair to her, there were other oddball, other lowlives in the pack but none of them had to suffer what she suffered. Heck some of them even lived in the pack house! Why was hers different?

Especially with the Sandler triplets, they made making her wish she was never born her their daily excitement. At first it was all jokes and taunts but then it gradually became worse. Like the time Henry made her clean his room over and over again till sunrise because he kept finding a speck of dust, or the time when Jacob had her used as moving target practice and stuck a knife in her leg, or the most recent fearsome encounter she had with Luke.

***Flashback***

"What is this, Evelyn?"

It was the first time Luke had called her by name. The tone of his voice was very calm, betraying the rage she sensed from him. His body was rigid, muscles taunt and tense, his jaw was clenched so tightly she feared his teeth might shatter. Evelyn couldn't deny that she was shaking. Luke's anger was a force to reckon with, something she had prayed to never be on the receiving end off. But today, that anger was directed at her.

She stared at the object he held in his right hand. It was a shirt that would have been considered immaculate if it weren't for the burn mark on its collar. "It's a shirt, sir." She said, her voice which usually sounded so strong now sounded weak.

"A shirt, is that so?" Luke said, turning his eyes to the shirt. "And do explain to me, Evelyn, why this shirt has a burn mark?"

"I....I um..."

"Speak up!" He shouted making her jump and squeak in fright.

"I burned it sir! It was an accident I swear! I wasn't trying to do it on purpose it just...." She fell to her knees trying to pacify him, trying to plead for mercy. Perhaps her would spare her, perhaps he would lessen her punishment. "I'm sorry, it was an accident..."

"Oh really?" Luke said, laughing darkly. "Take your shirt off."

Evelyn wasn't sure she'd heard him properly. "W-what?" None of the brothers had ever touched her like that. So this command was new. Her breath hitched in her throat as he repeated the command. "Alpha Luke..."

"Take your shirt off Evelyn, unless you want to truly provoke me."

Evelyn started to cry. This wasn't it. This wasn't how she imagined her first time to go. Not at the hands of the enraged and ruthless alpha Luke Sandler, he would kill her! She would never survive it!

"Please have mercy! I'll do anything else, anything else but this! Please I beg you..."

"Take. Your. Shirt. Off." Each word was followed by a thundering slap on her cheeks. She fell to the floor, crying pitifully and clutching her face. There was no way around this, was there? Accepting her cruel fate, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, hoping he would cool off.

It didn't work.

She took her shirt off and dropped it quietly. Her cheeks throbbed in pain and embarrassment as she knelt before him in her worn out black bra.

"Bra too."

Evelyn paled. She knew it was going to be like this. With shaky hands, she reached around her and unhooked her bra, dropping it beside her shirt. The cold air made her n*****s harden and goosebumps erupt all over her skin. Her head hung low and she crossed her arms over her exposed breasts, feeling ashamed that she'd been seen by her least favorite person. She could hear Luke moving about the room, the sound of something metal dragging against the tiles. Each drag was like a rake in her stomach, making her nauseated and terrified.

"Get up." Luke spoke through grit teeth. "And so help you if I repeat myself."

She looked up. Luke was standing beside an ironing board. Confusion briefly flitted through her features. Then she remembered what he said about making him repeat himself. She rose to her feet and walked to him, her feet threatening to give way.

"Lie on the board. Face up."

Evelyn obeyed. Her heart thumped erratically in her ribcage, she wondered how she didn't just die of a heart attack than whatever Luke had planned.

"And put your hands by your side."

A tear trickled into her ear. She could hear her breathing. She could hear her breathing. She could smell her fear. She put her hands down, a sob threatening to spill from her throat.

"I'm sorry...please don't hurt me....I don't want my first time to go like this!"

Luke laughed. It was a sound of pure evil, best suited to the devil himself. "Who said anything about first times?"

She heard the sizzle of burning flesh, the smell of cooking flesh permeated her nostrils. Her brows furrowed in frustration, wondering who had left meat to burn. Then she looked down. And she looked down.

The scream that filled the air was filled with pure terror and pain.

She couldn't form a complete sentence, all that came out of her throat pained cries and incoherent words. She rolled over and screamed even louder. She lay writhing on the ironing board, a burn mark the shape of an iron boldly imprinted on her side.

"Oh I'm sorry," Luke mocked. "It was just a little accident, forgive me,"

Evelyn's hand flew to her side and came off with her burned flesh sticking to her palm like a forgotten tissue. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

***End of flashback***

Evelyn shivered as she recalled the horrible memory. Her side ached with her memories. It was pure hell. And oh no, they didn't show her mercy. Each time the wound showed signs of healing, they would reopen it and leave her to fester.

Fresh tears filled her eyes and she carried on cleaning.

'Oh gracious moon goddess, give me a kind and loving mate. Please, I think I deserve it.'

The mating ball was coming up in three days. It was an event every member of a pack looked forward to from the day they were born. It was the moment the moon goddess blessed them with a mate that was tailored for them, one who would love and cherish and adore them. Evelyn dreamed of the mating ball every day. It was one thing that kept her going.

Her stomach growled loudly.