Alpha Anthony

Chapter 1 - Isaac

I woke up around 6 am later that day feeling cool breeze between my bare thighs. I must have fallen asleep on him. Good, I hope it hurt his pride. Very slowly I grab a towel off the floor and make my way towards the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth I turn the shower nozzle to boiling hot before stepping in and scrubbing away the touches of last night. Once my skin was raw and pink I stepped out, and changed into a pair of grey guy sweats, matched with a plain black sweatshirt to match. I didn't bother to brush my hair. The goal wasn't too look good.

Today is Saturday. the day I've been dreading. this is the day were people go out and have fun, relax, And blow off steam with friends. Many come to James, my step-dad for that. Well unmated werewolf males - and the occasional female- come to him for that. He's a rouge. Rouges are deeply hated, However he is an 'entertainment' provider. He gives wolves who want a submissive, not by choice, human sex toy. Humans are weak, easy, and prey to enjoy for the night. They enjoy the hunt, the knowledge of being the one too brake you, too kill you. Or at least the sick wolves he brings in do. Sometimes it's one, other times it more. They all pay good money to the step-beast. That's how he earns his money, by selling me off every night, well that and drugs.

Which brings me back to my point. I dread Saturdays. They are the busiest, And filled with the regulars. None of which are pleasant. 

Many wonder why I stay, Why I don't speak out. You could say it's the fear. The embarrassment of the situation. Possibly the fact I wouldn't even know where I'd go if I did leave. Not like anyone would listen, hell am not even allowed outside, James was disturbingly smart and had me home schooled. I have done good and now am 3 weeks away from graduating.

In all honesty it was a little of all those things. The main reason I stay and keep quite is because of my family. Which did consist of my mother and my 9 year old brother, Isaac. I say "did" because now my mother is all that I have left.

One day I made the mistake of trying to tell a neighbor what was going on and he happened to be a loyal customer of James, ( I couldn't tell since I refuse to look at any of the sick beast that come into my room)I had no idea what my step-father was capable of until i got home and found Isaac bleeding on my bed.

James was over him Smiling. He's hands covered in the thick scarlet. He held me down and made me watch as he killed my brother. I could do nothing but watch. No matter how blurry my eyes were from tears, or how loud the pounding of my heart echoed around my head. I can never forget the blood pouring out of his body as James hands turned too enlarged claws tearing away the flesh of my little brother. The sounds of his screams for help, of my name, were in printed into my ears.

As I saw the light die from his eyes, while pain and fear faded into bleak lifeless eyes I felt my own soul leave with him. That was the day I learned of what my step dad was, And the first time I had tried to commit suicide. Now I wear deep scar with the name Isaac carved into my left thigh. The right has the words "Help me", The last words he spoke to me.

- author's note-   wow. Am sorry, I promise it won't be this horror filled throughout the entire story, it is still a love story after all. It's just I feel you can't understand the character or the things she does until you read about her past. She and Anthony will meet soon, and then the story will start to flow. It's my first story tho, and while I know the grammar is beyond terrible, I thank you for bearing with it. Also a spacial thanks to fanfictionwriter_210 for being the first to like this story. It means a lot.