The Dark Alpha Prince Hybrid Billionaire Mate

"Raven! Wake up!" I wake up to the sound of my abusive father yelling at me while waving around an empty beer bottle. He has dark hair, green eyes, his height is 7 ft 2, his shoe size is 8 and his social security number is 273467374. Rolling my large purple eyes, I roll out of bed, or at least the pile of straw I sleep on. As I tie back my long black silky hair back in a careless messy bun, i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and decide to narrate my entire appearance for an invisible audience. I have flawless alabaster skin, long dark lush wavy hair and striking purple eyes. *Eughhh, I hate how tall and slim I am* I think to myself. I'm so plain and ugly. Everyone I see tells me I'm beautiful but they're totally lying. You see, I'm not like *other girls*. Other girls are all vain and petty, but I don't care about my appearance at all. Opening my walk in wardrobe I absemtmindedly grab the first things I see; a black designer leather jacket I picked up in a thrift store, pair of edgy ripped jeans and a gucci beanie. It's so hard being poor. As I walk down the stairs, I see evil b***h 1. I think her name begins with an S, but I'm not sure. Since she isn't me, I don't think it's important. Evil b***h 1 is showing off to evil b***h 2 about her s****l exploits. *slut* I mutter under my breath. She's probably about 24, but she wears makeup and has blonde hair, so she's obviously a w***e. "RAVEN!! COME HERE SO I CAN ABUSE YOU!!!" shouts my father. s**t, I was so absorbed in my mirror appearance monologue I forgot he existed.