Lycan Kings Little Mate

Ch.1

5 years it's been since my parents death. 5 long years of being the only slave at an all Lycan and werewolf orphanage. A bunch of animals is what they are, but I'll never voice it aloud. "Slave get up and make breakfast!!" The head Lady Salvia screamed as she burst into my room. If you could call it that I slept in a supply closet under the stairs. With one flimsy piece of wool on the cold concrete floor a sink in the corner and bucket for me to well you know. The searing pain to my scalp had me coming out of my daze. "You think you are above us, to not be downstairs on time!!! The one thing I've allowed you to have and you see no use for!!!", Lady Salvia yells as she pulls my head around to look at the little alarm clock by my make shift bed. "I didn't hear it...." I began but am cut off by a clawed hand to my throat.
"You disgusting whore we should've killed you long ago for what little use you are!" Lady Salvia says as her partially shifted clawed hand squeezes my throat. "Head down stairs now and prepare breakfast this is your only warning." She growls as she releases my throat throwing me into the corner of my room which contains a sink. My body bounced off the counter of the sink making me cry out as tears rolled down my face. She turns and storm out leaving the door open.

My little body fights to get up holding the edge of the sink. I've wondered the same thing for these last 5 years as I have since the day I got here. Why not kill me, I wanted to join my mother and father, but I was too much of a coward to do it myself. Hi, my name is Samantha my parents use to call me Sam for short. I am 12 years old and have been an orphanage slave for 5 years. I look into the mirror as I straighten my dirty brown hair as much as I can with out a comb or brush. Turning the rusted sink on I wet my hands to somewhat wash the little sleep I did get off my face. Looking down at my tattered and dirty clothes their was nothing I could do for them. Shaking my head to clear it I look at the tiny piece of mirror and said to myself what my mother always use to say "Chin up darling it'll get better one day" If only I could tell my mother I hoped that that one day would be soon. Turning to walk out the room to head to the kitchen to start this already agonizing day. I prayed silently that this would end soon.