Desired By The Alpha King

Abused

“Where is that witch?”

I heard Valerie's shrill voice when she harshly opened the rickety door to the old walk-in closet. She had vowed to make my life hell after Serena died.

With my eyes leaden with lack of sleep, I dragged myself up from my makeshift bed. My body felt like a deflated balloon, limp and lifeless. Two days without food had sucked the color from my world, leaving only a dull haze. Every step was a battle. My muscles screamed in protest, like a chorus of worn-out strings. I prayed to at least see the coronation ceremony, before Valerie finishes me off.

“Filth,” she cursed, striding toward me with menace, “Why are you still in this room by this time?”

It was just 2:15PM. When did I go to bed? She had me pulling an all-nighter to clean the Pack house. I wanted to protest but that would only get my fasting period extended.

“You are still in bed because it's your eighteenth birthday?” She questioned, grabbing my hair, “you think the Goddess sees runts like you? Even if you manage to get a mate, you will still work in this packhouse.”

A mate is a wolf that the moon Goddess had destined another wolf to be with. My wolf has been wanting one since we learned what mates are, and she believes he will save us from all of this pain and torture. He will love us forever, and together we will have a beautiful family I never had.

“Ok, ma.” I acquiesced, unlike me and I saw her eyes widen a fraction.

“This fasting works,” she said with a hearty laugh, “I have never seen you so docile. I will use it more.”

Without warning, Valerie seized a fistful of my green hair, her jagged yellowed claws digging into my scalp like fishhooks. I cried out in pain as she dragged me across the dirt floor and hauled me outside.

"The pack's breakfast won't cook itself," she sneered, shoving me along roughly.

When we reached the massive kitchen at the back of the main house, a chorus of snide laughter made my face flush even hotter. The other omegas were lounging around the rough wooden tables, gnawing on leftover scraps and grinning cruelly at my entrance.

With a harsh shove, Valerie hurled me in front of the huge antique stoves blackened from years of smoke. The aroma of last night's feasts still lingered in the warm air, making my mouth water against my will. A fresh wave of hunger pangs gripped my empty stomach so viciously, I doubled over.

"Get those lazy bones in gear and feed the real wolves their breakfast." Valerie looks over at the omega's at the table, “Make sure you watch her. If she slacks even for a second, you know my room, knock once and I'll appear.” Valerie finished with a yawn, “I need to go and complete my ten hours of sleep.”

And I sighed in disgust. Of course, in my mind.

The packhouse was filled with over three hundred wolves staying here who live in luxurious suites with their family. Who are based on rank. The Alpha of the pack and his family has the most luxurious suites, while the Beta and Gamma stayed closely behind in terms of luxury, with the omega’s coming in last because they were all servants to the higher ranks

After seven backbreaking hours of cooking I was allowed to sit. My stomach growled louder, a hollow echo that seemed to reverberate through every cell in my body. The aroma of the food further drove the hunger pangs over the edge. I couldn't eat now because I was only allowed once a day - at night. And that's if Valerie would let me. It felt as though my head was set on a merry-go-round and I collapsed to the floor.

“If you don't stand this minute I'll go and call Madam Valerie!” One of the Omega's warned in a tone that brooked no doubt.

After several failed attempts of getting up, I stood and with the help of the other omegas we began to serve the food.

I start to serve when I see Amos, our future Alpha and one of the strongest wolves in the pack. He is Casanova, but I have a small crush on him.

Note: small

He mostly irritates me and bullies me like the others. The last time I mistakenly spilled juice on his girlfriend, Melissa, he slapped me. My Wolf, Nora, wanted to fight back, but I knew he could end our lives.

Amos's eyes met mine, and he visibly stiffened and widened his eyes. I ignored his weird behavior and all the snarky comments the wolves threw at me and continued serving breakfast. The Hunger eating up my guttural walls didn't leave me energy to waste on anyone.

After everyone had had breakfast I was left alone in the kitchen with over three hundred dishes to wash. A sizzling pot of broth, and a rumbling stomach.

Sure, enough I wouldn't die of hunger when I have a pot of food beside me. After thorough observation I dished a little food for myself. Eating at the speed of light, with my eyes locked on the door for security.

My spoon stopped mid air when my eyes jammed with Valerie's. I could hear her nose flaring as she flew forward. “What the hell are you doing?”

Before she could get to me. I threw the last spoon into my mouth. At least I would die a happy woman knowing I ate.

Her slap caused blood splatter from my nose as I fell to the ground from the impact. She kicks me once again in the stomach, and I grunt. I cover my face as she gives me blow after blow.

“You dare disobey me?’ I'll show you.”

“No! not the silver whip.” I screamed.

Silver is to Wolves, what fire is to humans. Wolves hated silver because it burnt one's skin. She rained lashes on my body and I screamed until I passed out.

I woke up when I was poured a bucket of water. My whole being was an open wound, I felt as though my flesh was peeled back strip by strip as lacerating pain crashed into me wave after wave. Hot tears burned my eyes. The steaming tears scalded my muddled cheek as it rained down my cheek. “Get up filth! You won't die inside this packhouse.”

Normal wolves could heal quickly from wounds but I couldn't and this was one fact they really enjoyed. As I struggled up from the floor.

"Get your worthless carcass out to the east fields and get them tilled under that blazing sun. And don't come back here until you are done with the three acres."

Surely my end has come. It would take at least 12 days to finish. Valerie pulled a coarse burlap sack from a peg on the wall and shoved it into my arms along with a wicked-looking hoe meant for breaking up tough soil.

"Now, go out there and earn your keep!" She yelled.

As I trudge by the field I see some warriors training and some dancers rehearsing for the alliance renewal ceremony and Alpha coronation.

Silverclaw is not the strongest pack and has survived this far by maintaining a good relationship with powerful packs like the Eclipse Moon pack. Silverclaw's worst fear is angering them. Hence every year they host a ceremony to renew their treaties. They feast and celebrate alliances that were made years ago.

I feel a hand roughly grab my hair from behind. I fell on my torn back, facing the sky, I winced loudly when the pain shot through me. Melissa looms over me with her arms crossed over her chest and a triumphant smile on her lips. I scowl and try to get up, but a kick in my stomach stops me. She and her bimbos hit me several times and she snarls.

"Don't make eye contact with my boyfriend!"