SOLD TO THE ALPHA: I'M HIS TO KEEP.

Chapter One

BROKEN

Amanda POV

It is said that only the one who lives in the house knows where the roof leaks. Not everyone knows the feeling of pain, but at the end, everyone gets a pinch of it, no matter the race. Some would say it’s insignificant, but it’s the best feeling one can ever get, for without pain, there would be no gain.

All my life, I’ve known pain. Pain has lurked with me ever since I was born into the world. My mother had her pitch in it, and hers was rather fatal.

I go by the name Mary Anderson, a werewolf with not an ounce of ability. I only had my fangs to prove that I am a werewolf, which made me less superior to the rest.

My mother had left me for the grave when I was just 8, and since then, I have been living with my stepmother Annie Anderson and her only daughter Jessica Anderson.

Living with my stepmother could be compared to being a maid in a palace. My stepsister had become a living princess as I got to do all the chores along with her schoolwork. I wasn’t liable to speak up, nor could I do anything; I became the family’s puppet. My father had no objections to their plight, as he taught of me as a failure, a weakling who would destroy the family’s heritage.But he didn’t want me out of his house either.

Life outside my home was far worse. Everyone hit on me, taking my food and leaving me starved at the end. Jessica, who I believed should have been my backbone, joined them whenever I was being beaten up by the other students, leaving me with various cuts and bruises.

My stepmother never once took care of me after I was beaten; she always added to the pain, striking me harder and harder till I was blank. I had to treat myself most of the time, and I was never allowed to rest from work, no matter the injury.

This made me realize that I was just an instrument to be toyed with. An instrument with no purpose, no aim, and an ability to crumble at the sight of those stronger than her.

“I wish you were never born, “my father had always spat out whenever he came home drunk. He was always drunk, so I heard that every day. Suicide always seemed like the best option, but each time, I ended up only hurting myself.

The only one who cared about me was young Alpha Kevin. His father had died after his mother left them for a rogue werewolf. He was lonely, having only the maids and his friends behind him.

He had taken a liking to me for no good reason; he helped me whenever I was having a problem, being bullied, or getting injured. He always turned up for me, and he was never late. He was the only reason I was still alive; he had become my other half, always wanting to do things together.

At the end, we grew up as inseparable lovers; no one dared to approach us whenever we were with each other, not even my parents.

Our love for each other grew each day, and it became a tradition to meet every day, trying out new things every single day. I knew he was a playboy, but he didn’t talk to any females whenever he was with me, which made me respect him even more. My ideal type of man.

We could only pray that our love would stay forever and the moon goddess would make us mates.

… The mating ceremony came as expected. I was prepared to leave the house to stay with Kevin after we had been crowned mates.

I had faith we would be crowned mates and we would discover the world just like we dreamt. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms to wake up every morning next to him.

My stepmother didn’t stop insulting and downgrading me, saying all sorts of things in order to bring my self-esteem down. She initiated her body-shaming ritual on me till I was out of the house.

I couldn’t let her words get me down on a special day like this. I had suffered the pain and was about to reap the gain.

The rise of the blue moon ignited the mating ceremony. People left their various locations, following their noses to the one they would call a mate and live their life with. I kept watching as new couples were formed, the male marking his female mate on the neck after he had sniffed out her scent.

A hollow feeling crept Inside of me, making me uncomfortable as I watched the various rituals hold. The urge to leave the ceremony grounds filled me, but I kept holding on, waiting for Kevin to arrive.

The mating ceremony had almost come to a halt when the sound of trumpets filled the air. The sight of a handsome and charming young man walking into the hall sent the single ladies running forward, hoping he would be their mate.

“Kevin,” I whispered underneath my breath as I caught sight of him.

“Kevin,” I let out as I wrapped my arms around him.

“Get off me,” he growled, throwing me onto the floor. I couldn’t understand what was happening here, but I hoped it wasn’t similar to my nightmares.

“Kevin, it’s me, Mary,” I let out, holding onto his arm. He gazed at me for a bit, shoving me off the next moment and watching me crumble in front of the various couples present at the ceremony.

“My love, how long have you been waiting for me?” a lady approached him, kissing him on the lips. He didn’t withdraw; instead, his hands lay comfortably on her waistline. I couldn’t see her properly, but she was definitely sexy, attractive, and much bustier than I.

“I just arrived. I thought you’d be late as usual.”.

“Jessica?” I stammered as I glared at the lady.