My Little Alpha (currently in re-edit)

4: Last straw

                      

 (Katya’s POV)

                       

4 years later

Placing my hands on the bathroom counter, I tremble uncontrollably as I held back my quiet sobs. Slowly I lowered my tear stained face into the cool crisp water in the sink. I held my head under the water until my lungs started to burn from lack of oxgen. With a quick jerk I lifted my head up out the water and let out a sharp gasps as I struggled to breath. My chest heaved heavily as I reached for my towel and patted my face dry. I felt so raw, so broken and I wanted nothing more than to beat that bitch up.

“That fucking bitch how could she be so damn mean to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? I can’t believe Amber and her stupid bitches did this to me.” I ranted as I paced the tiny space of the bathroom.

            I could feel my wolf stirring once again at my distressed state. “Katya you must be brave, are time will come but for now you must see the damage they have caused.” I knew she was right, and that freaking out would only make things worse. With that in mind I steeled my nerves and looked into the small round mirror as I slowly pulled back my damp hood. I clenched the sides of the counter as I stared into the mirror and looked at the broke girl before me. So many thoughts flood my mind but one thing I couldn’t stop was replaying everything that happened since last night.

 ( Flash back – the night before)

It was the pack biggest party of the year, Black Moons Annual Summer Fest.  The packs from all around came to party for an entire week. Of course I wasn’t allowed to go so I went to bed early knowing that I would have to rise early just to clean up the mess. It was sometime around midnight an urgent pounding at my door woke me up out of my deep slumber.

“Wake up you stupid bitch.  Someone puked down stairs and I need you to go clean that shit up NOW!” Kyle drunkenly yelled at the door.

I bolted up in bed and tossed my legs over the side of bed, and then slid my bare feet into my shoes. I was so exhausted that I didn’t even realized I had left my room or what I was wearing. It was the first time I had left my room that I wasn’t covered up.  I was wearing an old pair of cutoff sweats that were cut to mid-thigh and a white tight tank top hugged the curves of big breast. The tank top had been a shirt I found in the woods a few years ago but what stood out the most was my waist long hair. It trickled down my back like a silk waterfall. I knew if I was caught I would be severely punished, but I was already standing down stairs. The house was so packed that the steady crowd of people kept pushing in the opposite direction of the main stairway. I knew my only option left was to cut through the kitchen and use the back stairs. So I steady fought my way through the drunken crowd and made my way into the kitchen area.

With one final shove I stumbled into the kitchen and locked eyes on a couple making out heavily in the corner. They were oblivious to my presents and continued with their heated make out session. Something kept me rooted in place as I took a closer look, my wolf howled in pain when see recognized who they were. It was Drake and Amber.

My wolf instantly came alert and started yelling, “MINE!!!..MINE!!!....MINE!!!...” I could feel her trembling with rage as she begged to be released and claim what was rightfully hers.

“STOP IT…..It’s been 4 years since he found us and you know better than anyone that he doesn’t want us. Isn’t it enough that he fucks her all the time while we burn with so much pain that it feels like we are dying. How many times does he need to rub Amber in our face till we get the hint? HE JUST DOESN’T WANT US!” I screeched back at her.