Don''t Let Go

Nina and Lena My pack finds any reason to hit me and degrade me. I have found that even if I am quiet and submissive, I'm still a target. Sorry, I guess I should tell you who I am and how my story started. I am Nina Rose Flores. I am 17. My birthday is in a week and this is my story. It started when I was eight years old. My mother, Sarah, was the Alpha’s mistress. I am a bastard alpha child. My father refuses to acknowledge me and my mother left me at the mercy of the Black Claw pack. My mother is now the Luna but is always whispered about as the mistress. At the age of eight, I became a slave. I didn't even rank in the pack hierarchy. The pack makes me their slave, the alpha child of the Luna who passed away when I was eight. After the Luna passed, everyone was angry and didn't understand how the alpha took a chosen mate within a month. Marcus is the oldest, and he is one of the rudest and meanest of the alpha children. He always makes sure he hits me or kicks me whenever he sees me. I am the punching bag. The alpha's daughter is Linda, and she is vindictive and a daddy's girl. Last night, she told Alpha Michael that I stole a bracelet out of her room. I didn't, of course, find a way to get her father to beat me. Last night, I was sent to the basement where I have lived for the past 9 years. My father came down, chained me to the wall and proceeded to whip me. I laid there all night bleeding and blacking out. After my shower, I got dressed in the rags I was given. This consisted of legging with holes in them and a black t-shirt that was so worn you could almost see through it. I headed up the stairs so that I could get breakfast going. As I entered the kitchen, I pulled out the skillet and started cooking breakfast for 200 werewolves that would be hungry. Eggs, bacon, French toast and pancakes. About an hour later, breakfast was done. I started cleaning while I waited for the pack to start filing in for breakfast. My so-called father came in first, with my mother, then the two alpha children. I knew this was going to be bad just by the look on his face when he entered. I moved away as he came forward and I expected to be hit, yet there was nothing. Confused, I just kept my head down so as to not make him angry. Have you learned your lesson on stealing, he said? Yes, alpha, I said. Good. I wasn't allowed food unless my mother and the alpha saw fit to feed me. I haven't eaten in 2 days. My stomach growls and the alpha and my mother glare at me. I retreated to the kitchen where I ran face to face with the beta of the pack. Jared.. He looks at me with sympathy and understands that I have to endure the treatment. I want to find my mate, but then again I want nothing to do with this mate bond crap. My wolf Lena whimpers as I feel my weakened state causing her more pain when I think this way. She is my only friend and is always telling me we will be okay, but I feel like I'm going to die soon. I got my wolf early. Shifting at 14 I didn't tell anyone. Lena is a very unique wolf. Her fur is so white that it has an opalescent coloring. When you look at her at different angles, her fur changes colors. Mainly pastel coloring. She has cobalt blue eyes that are very piercing and vibrant. Unlike me, I am 5’2 and very thin. I have platinum blond hair and gray eyes. Lena whines because I can't let her out with the heavy workload. I'm sorry Lena. I know you want to run, but if I don't get the house clean and get the food done you know they will beat me again. I know I just haven't been out in almost a month and it's getting annoying. My father is always angry when he sees me and makes my life a living hell. After breakfast, I clean the dishes and the kitchen and start preparing lunch and dinner. At lunchtime, the alpha calls me into his office and tells me that we have company coming and I have 1 day to clean the whole house and prepare food. I leave his office knowing it will take me all day and half the night to clean the house. I am finally ready for bed at 2 am. I headed to my room in the basement. I can't really call it a room, it's more of a storage closet. As I headed down, I was grabbed from behind and slammed into the wall. It is my half-brother Marcus. He is always abusive towards me. He slammed my head against the wall and punched me in the face. I was choking and made blood on my mouth, but I make no sound. I know if I do it will be bad for me. You stupid, fat, ugly, worthless piece of garbage, you are not worth the air you breathe. Your mother should have killed you when you were born. Having become accustomed to insults, I know that I just have to bear it. I hate my life. Why me? What did I do? After his assault, he went upstairs and left me lying on the floor of the basement. I didn't even get to my room. I pass out where I am on the floor of the basement. It is 4 am yet again, my wolf is yelling in my head as I get up and fix breakfast. Within an hour the whole house was up and busy. I am cooking and getting everything set up for the visitor we have coming. There will be no time for a run,