The Abused Female Alpha

Chapter 2

"No." I whispered. I have no idea what it was, something in me felt as if it was breaking, my grip tightening around the strap on my book bag. I felt a heat settle in my spine, the short white hairs on my arms, standing on end.

"What was that?" He growled out, a challenge beneath those words, he was daring me to repeat myself.

I dropped my bag, and, in an instant, my fist made contact with his jaw. I punched him hard enough for him to slam into the same wall he'd thrown the plate at, though he didn't land in his mess, unfortunately. "I'm tired of taking this s**t from you!" My hands were shaking, my vision fading red on the edges. "You blame me for everything! I was a child, it's your fault she's dead, not mine! You're the alpha, you should have come to find me, not her!" A growl ripped from my throat, my fist going straight through the nearest wall. I didn't even feel it make contact, the only evidence I'd punched it, was the gaping hole left behind. "I miss mom just as much as you do!" My voice was choked, as I tried to keep from crying, feeling like a white hot iron had been lodged in my throat. "I don't take it out on you though!" I practically ripped my sleeve up, pulling it up to reveal the skin beneath, scars, they were thin and pale, but they were there. "I take it out on myself, because I don't want to hurt you! Goddamit, I care about you, but I f*****g hate you! Why didn't you die instead of her!?" I snapped, before a searing hot pain consumed me, my bones feeling like they were on fire, my muscles feeling as if they'd melted. My eyes went wide, my throat practically closing in on itself, as I fell to my hands and knees. "W-what's, happening to me?"

My father hadn't said a word this whole time, and only now did I realize he had tears on his cheeks, his hand covering where I'd hit him. He looked at me with worry in his eyes, but also, knowing. "No, it can't be." I heard him whisper, his voice cracking slightly. "Camilla, calm down, you're trying to shift but if you do now, it'll kill you!"

I tried to calm down, I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. I knew the reason wolves shifted at such a young age was because it was the prime time for our bodies to adapt, to be able to handle the change. It was nearly unheard of for one of us to change past the age of thirteen, and I was already eighteen, and had yet to have my first shift. The younger we are during our first shift, the less painful it is, the first shift is also quicker, easier, at a young age. It was already too late though, once you begin to shift, it's practically impossible to stop. I felt my bones snapping, reshaping, my muscles ripping, my tendons, tearing, my organs rearranging themselves. After what felt like hours, the pain finally stopped, leaving behind a dull ache that I knew would pass soon. I looked at my father in disbelief, as he stared back with the same expression, tears streaming down his face, a happy, yet sorrowful look in his eyes. I looked down, and was greeted by the sight of absolutely gigantic paws, paws the size of an alphas. Even more impressive though, was the color, silver, they were the exact color of my mother's fur, white claws peeking from below the fur.

I heard a sob escape him as he stared at me. "You, you look just like her, you're bigger, but, you look just like Mara, my Mara."

At the mention of my mother's name, rage consumed me once more. She was dead, he let her die, he should have been there that night, yet he blames me, a child, for her death. My lip curled back, my tongue raking over sharp, thick fangs, just before my jaws snapped together, a sound like two knives scraping resounding in the room. A growl escaped between my fangs, as I took a step forward, my glaws shredding the wooden floor beneath. I could feel energy flooding my veins, the fur from the base of my neck, all the way to my tail, standing on end.

He raised his hands in a defensive position, the color draining from his face. "Camilla, calm down, I don't want to fight you."

Another growl escaped me. 'Too bad, because I wanna fight you!' I thought. The expression on his face changed, as if he'd heard my thoughts, which wouldn't surprise me given the telepathic link between us wolves. I lunged at him, my jaws clamping down hard on his shoulder. I reared back onto my hind legs, slinging him into the air, through the wall beside the front door. It felt like I'd barely even moved, I hadn't even tried when I'd thrown him, he felt like he didn't weigh a thing, even though he was well over six feet tall, and built like a tank. I chased him out of the house, stopping only about ten feet from where he now stood.

He shifted into his wolf form mid air, landing gracefully on all fours. Being an alpha, he was ever so slightly smaller than a bear. His fur was dark brown, with a light brown chest, stomach, and paws. His ears lay flat against his skull, his tail down, as he crouched low to the ground, I immediately recognized this position as one of submission. 'Please Camilla, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you that way. I don't want to fight you, but if you keep this up, I'll have to.'

For some reason, the submissive stance he was in angered me even more, red bleeding closer to the center of my vision, darkening at the edges. 'You're an alpha aren't you!? Act like one, fight me!" I lunged again, years of pent up rage and frustration undoubtedly pouring through our link, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know how much I hated him, how much I loathed being in his presence. I snapped my jaws at him, the sound of blades slashing past each other resounding once more. He narrowly avoided my attack, dodging just before my fangs sank into his throat.

His claws sank into the earth, before he lunged at me, baring his fangs. He tried to grab me by the nape, but I avoided him as well. 'Stop this, we shouldn't be fighting Camilla!'

'Why not!?' I demanded. 'That's all we've done since mom died, isn't it!? Or is it different now because I can fight back!?' My front paw slammed down on the earth, much like a stomp. 'I used to look up to you! I used to want to be you! No more!' I paused, a loud growl, almost roar like, escaping my mawl. 'I am done with you, I am done with this pack, I renounce all that Blood Moon stands for. As of today, I'm a rogue. I, Camilla Rose Wolfe of Blood Moon, release my bond by lineage to this pack!' I recited the oath that would release my bond to this pack, as if I'd ever had one to begin with. I'd grown up here, I knew everyone here, and they all knew me, they knew how my father treated me, and did nothing, so, I wanted nothing to do with them.