Mates with the Alpha

Chapter 1

FIRST BOOK!!!!! Yay I hope you like it, please give it a chance. It may surprise you☺️☺️ ENJOY!!!!

(Rose is above or on the side depending on how you're reading 😂😂)

POV: Rose

To say today was nerve-wracking, was the understatement of the year. Being the new kid is never fun. But I guess I'm used to it. This is the third time I would be moving and starting at a new school this year. Yeah, I know it sucks, but there's nothing I can do.

I turn over and shut my alarm clock off before HE can hear. I don't think I could take one more punch without needing to get serious medical attention. That's how it is with HIM, my father, he likes to look into my eyes and see the life slowly drain out of me. Why? You may ask. Why does he do this to me over, and over again?

Does he do it because he enjoys it? Probably. But that's not the main reason. He does it because he hates me. Ever since my mother died in a car crash a few years back, he became my only parent, my only blood, my only role model, and sadly a very crappy one.

Anyway, Michael blames me. Blames me for everything. He blames me if the food is cold, he blames me if it rains outside, he blames me for looking the way I do. But he mostly blames me for my mother's death.

What could I have possibly done to have prevented it? I shake my head trying to clear my head of any guilt and negativity HE has personally put there.

I step into the shower and flinch as the cold water pelts my sore body. Although it wasn't anything unusual, I was used to the cold sensations running through my body. I even welcomed it. According to Michael only good girls get to use hot water.

Once I tried to use it and he waited until I came out and broke my arm and made a deep cut along my right side to serve as a reminder. A reminder that this was his house. A reminder that these were his rules. And a reminder what would happen if I broke those rules.

I quickly washed, and turned off the shower water. I dried off and dressed myself in jeans and a hoodie that hides all my fresh bruises and old scars that cover my body.

I walk into the kitchen and start making Michael's breakfast. It's six-fifteen so I have plenty of time before school starts. I make him scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and some orange juice. As I grab his silverware I look at my reflection in the spoon.

All I see is a skinny young girl. With brown hair that used to shine with the sun, now dull and lifeless. The girl's big green eyes that used to hold so much intensity that it would give you a headache with just one glance, now are small and scared. And lastly the girl's frown, that girl's smile used to be so big and full of happiness that it was contagious.

Key word USED to be. Now I don't recognize the girl staring back at me. I refuse to believe that I have become so small an fragile although deep in my heart I know it true.

But instead of taking any more time to wallow in my sadness, I grab my backpack and beat up converse, slip them on and walk out of the house. I hope that this day won't be too hard.

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Authors note:
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