The Forbidden Passion of the Alpha King

**P.O.V. Sofia**  My body hurts. I feel like some of my bones have been broken. My vision is so blurred that I’m sure my consciousness is about to abandon me. Unfortunately, this was just another ordinary day at the Polar Pack, where I was constantly humiliated and abused. The place I should call home, but which was nothing more than a hell. Even though I was adopted as a pup and don’t belong to this pack, I have to follow the rules, one of which is that I must graduate from the wolf school, where, besides learning about our people’s history, we would also learn to fight to protect our pack. Just a few minutes ago, I was in the female locker room of the pack school, preparing for the combat classes that would take place in the next hour, when some werewolves cornered me and started hitting me with the wooden pieces stacked nearby for the upcoming moon event’s bonfire. "You useless! You will never be one of us," I recognized Isadora’s voice and I’m sure it was her idea to gather a group to corner me once again. My face was already covered in blood and I felt like I was about to pass out, but by their looks, I think they would only be satisfied when I was dead. However, I remained silent. I wasn’t going to beg them not to hurt me as I had done so many times before. I had given up fighting against all that gratuitous hatred and all that was left was to wait until they were satisfied. "What the hell are you doing?" Professor Russell’s deep voice echoed through the area and interrupted my attackers. I was grateful he arrived because I didn’t know how much longer I could endure there, at the hands of my attackers. After a quick inspection, Professor Russell took me back to the Alpha’s house. The journey was quite quick and could be done in a few steps. It’s not that he cared, but he didn’t want trouble with the Alpha’s family. Yes, I lived in the Alpha’s house, but don’t be fooled, I wasn’t one of them and my black hair and blue eyes, so different from the blonde hair and brown eyes of those people, already gave away that my origins were different. I was abandoned near the pack’s border, just wrapped in a blanket when I was still a fragile baby, and the former Luna of that pack took me in and treated me as if I were her own flesh and blood. However, not everything was rosy, because unfortunately for me, the only soul who cared for me was already advanced in age and when I turned ten, I saw her pass away, and with her, all my privilege. Now I’m nineteen years old and even though I still live in the main house of the pack, I’m nothing more than a simple servant. I don’t have a real home, and after Luna’s son—who is the complete opposite of his mother—took over as Alpha, things have only gotten worse. I am solely responsible for all the domestic work of that mansion, which has numerous luxurious rooms and constantly hosts various people for countless meetings. It’s not that I mind doing the domestic work; after all, it should be my home and I would take care of it with the greatest pleasure. The issue is the disrespectful way everyone there treats me, and to make matters worse, they believe I am a broken wolf. "Alpha, the students at the school were bullying your younger sister," Professor Russell said to my adoptive brother and pack leader when he handed me over at the mansion’s door. "I’ll handle it, but I believe it’s just child’s play," Alpha Max replied as if he were concerned about me, but deep down I know his irritated look was because they hadn’t managed to finish me off, and he would still have to put up with me; after all, it would be very strange if he expelled me from his house without a plausible reason. "You useless!" As soon as we were alone, he slapped my face with enough force to throw me to the ground. "You can’t even defend yourself! You’re not worthy of our people!" I remained lying on that red, soft rug, which brought a bit of comfort to my aching and cold body. I was so weak! But I kept listening to all the insults he hurled at me, and in my thoughts, I made a promise to myself: I will leave this place when I transform and meet my wolf! *** It had been more than a week since the locker room incident, and no one had been punished for what they did to me, and it seemed nothing would happen to my attackers. I wanted to have the strength to demand my rights and seek judgment for those disgusting individuals who beat me, but I no longer cared... I just wanted it all to be over, and as soon as I transformed, I would never have to see them again. I feel a shiver run down my spine and the thought that maybe I really am a broken wolf takes over me. "NO! I know my wolf is there, maybe just asleep, waiting to find me," I told myself, trying to comfort myself. I went about my domestic routine, and while I was cleaning the living room floor, which had witnessed my misery just days ago, I saw that the pack leaders arrived looking rather nervous and called for an emergency meeting. I normally don’t care about what happens in the pack, but I ended up hanging around to listen to the reason for all the commotion. It seems that Alpha Max is not only reckless with the pack members but has also been making mistakes with other packs, which was creating tension with other leaders, and if they didn’t resolve it soon, they might face a war. I left that room, tired of that subject. Just as the Polar Pack members didn’t care about me, I wouldn’t care about them either; after all, my life couldn’t get any worse than it was. Could it?