Runaway

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I stare at myself in the mirror, the red panties I'd bought earlier fit perfectly. Slowly I stare at my bruised body, every scar every bruise I trace lightly with my fingers. As werewolves we are meant to heal within minutes of being wounded, days if its fatal but since I've only ever shifted once I heal the same way any human does. The bruises fade but a scar is left and even though the pain is gone, the memories are left all over my body.

"OMEGA!" I hear my father shout.

I pull on the closest thing I can find and run down the stairs to my fathers flaring nostrils. "What do you think you're wearing Omega?" He demands.

I look down and feel my resolve shatter it's his shirt, Alpha Michael's. "I-I um."

"I don't want to hear you excuses Omega, come here."

I take a shaky step towards him cringing as I watch his whip come out. "N-no p-please d-don't." I stutter letting a familiar fear control my body.

"You should've thought about that before you put that shirt on, stupid omega."

I close my eyes waiting for the silver whip to hit my body. Nothing, I can't feel anything. Maybe my body has become immune to the pain after so many years? Is that possible? I open my eyes just in time to see the whip collide with my arm. I bite back a scream because I know it will only earn me more.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" His voice sends shivers down my spine, why is he here?

I watch my father turn around rage in his eyes, no one interrupts his abuse sessions not even the Alpha. "I am punishing the omega." His voice his emotionless as if I'm just an object that can't be hurt.

"Isabelle is the future Luna of this pack." I hear the Alpha say.

It's surprising to hear people say my name, for my whole life I've been told I am undeserving of a name. The only reason why I have one is because my mother took pity on me, but I'm mainly referred to as 'omega' or 'is.'

"That will change nothing." Comes an angry voice, I see the rage forming on my fathers face and resist the urge to smile.

"Maybe it won't change anything in the eyes of this pack but she will be the Luna and I don't want my future Luna to have whip marks on her arms, it's unappealing to the eye."

His words make me want to cry, he doesn't really care about me does he? Only that his precious Luna doesn't look like she's being abused.

"I don't care what you do to her as long as it is not visible on her arms, face, or legs." Alpha Michael's voice is cold as his eyes asses my body. I try to read his expression but all I see is a hard emotionless exterior.

My father stares at the Alpha for what seems like forever, smoke coming out of his ears. "She's my daughter and I will treat her the way I want to." He mumbles through clenched teeth glaring at the shirt covering my scars.

It's a plain white men's tee, the Alpha's to be exact. I'm not exactly sure why my father is so mad, it's not even his shirt but I guess seeing an omega in your Alpha's clothing is a little unsettling.

"Your daughter?" Alpha Michael lets out a humourless laugh. "Isabelle was never your daughter." I feel like my heart has been pulled out of my body and crushed under a bulldozer. 

Alpha Michael had just voiced the words no one had ever said, the last thing keeping me together, the knowledge that somewhere in my father's heart he loved me. Now even that illusion is shattered, I bite back tears as I feel the pain of a million tears wash over me.

"What are you saying Alpha?" I turn to see something I never dreamt I'd see, my fathers tears. Flowing openly as I finally see the human inside a monster. His forehead is painted in frown lines as if he holds the world's worries on his shoulders. As his face breaks I can see the burden on his unshaven face, has he always looked like this? So crazed like he's living in an alternate reality. His broken figures falls before us and I all can do is gape open mouthed.

My head turns to Alpha Michael I don't know what I expect to see. A spark of emotion from a ruthless Alpha? Maybe a tiny crack in his emotionless facade to prove that he cares about my father, but all I see is nothingness. It's like Alpha Michael gave up his emotions a long time ago. Letting go of rage and pain but losing love and happiness in the process. 

After what seems like forever his eyes slowly land on me. "Tell me Isabelle how old are you?"

I stare at him wide eyed, his best friend and comrade is lying in pieces on the ground and suddenly this is a great time to find out my age?

I keep my mouth shut the image of my father painted in front of me.

"I said how old are you?" Irritation creeps into Alpha Michaels voice as he tries to catch my eye.

I keep my eyes glued to the floor, my age doesn't matter.

"Look at me you stupid Omega!" He demands in a tone I can't ignore.

Finally my eyes met his. "Do you think you can ignore me like that you worthless piece of shit?" Alpha's voice is harsh but I don't waver.

"N-no A-alpha." I stutter while his words don't hurt his punches certainly do.

"Well then, I'l ask you one more time. How old are you?"

"I-I-."

"Stop stuttering you worthless Omega." He growls out taking a menacing step towards me.

"I'm s-sorry Alpha."

He just grunts in reply.

"I'm f-fifteen."

"And?"

"F-fiteen years, e-eleven months a-a-and twenty-three days." I finish meekly doing my best not to stutter and utterly failing.

"When will you be sixteen?"

I'm ready for his next question and fire back an answer before I can doubt myself enough to stutter. "Seven days."

"I'll see you then." Alpha Michael says slapping my butt as walks out a smirk plastered to his face. Just before he reaches the door he turns to face me, "you look good in my shirt by the way." A smug expression on his face and in all honesty it's the most emotion I've ever seen on Alpha Michael's face.

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