Save Me, Alpha Mate

Chapter 1: Life At 'Home'

I wake fitfully from my all-to-familiar nightmare. It always seems to have the same affect on me no matter how many times I've had it. The nightmare never changes, it's always the same; me, being raped and then beaten to death by my own pack.

Oh, did I forget to mention something? Oh yeah, I'm a werewolf. I belong to the Black Moon pack, who's always pleasant when other packs come to visit, but their behavior never changes towards me. Everyone treats me like a slave, which is basically what I am, even though I'm in the alpha bloodline. I should be being treated with respect, but they treat me with everything but respect.

No one's been as revolting as to rape me, which I'm more than thankful for, but that's all I'm grateful about, I want to save my virtue for my mate.

I'm turning 17 today, which is when I should be able to find my mate. Key word there: should. I'm not allowed to leave, so I just have to hope and pray that my mate will find me. But when, or if, he comes, I'm sure he'll reject me. Inside, my wolf, Lyla, whimpers at the thought, but I know it's true. No one loves me. I don't even remember the last time I felt loved. I don't even know if I ever have been.

Anyways, my names Komorah, but no one ever calls me by my name, only by insults. I have long blonde hair that reaches my an bright blue eyes that have long ago lost their brilliance, so now they're boring and dull. My legs are long and tan, but definitely not the most healthy color. I have curves to my body, but but I'm mostly angles because of my bones sticking out of my skin. I'm unhealthily skinny, with my cheeks sunken and my shoulder blades, ribs, and hip bones jutting from my body.

I've never been told I'm beautiful, and frankly, I probably wouldn't believe anyone who said that I was. At least, not anymore. I've been beaten, starved, and insulted enough to know that I am not beautiful, probably not even pretty. But even if I don't find my mate, or be rejected by him if I do find him, I have to get out of here.

For the time being though, I have to make the pack breakfast, and if I make it good, I might not get beaten.

Oh who are you kidding? You're gonna get beat no matter what. I think to myself, mentally face-palming myself for getting my hopes up.

I sigh and swing my legs out of 'bed', which just so happens to be a thin layer of straw and a ripped sheet.

My legs and sides sting painfully from the movements, painful reminders of my bruises and cuts from yesterday's beating. I try to ignore it as I pull my ragged shorts over my boney hips, and my too-small tabletop that I managed to scrounge out of one of the pack-mate's trash. The sad thing is, this is my best pair of clothes, even if they are ripped, battered, and faded. I run my fingers quickly through my hair and cautiously poke my head out of the door of my tiny room. No one seems to be awake yet, so I silently make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

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After about an hour, I've created enough eggs, bacon, and pancakes with enough orange juice and milk to feed the whole pack. Even though nobody's here to watch me, I've learned to never try to eat anything I've prepared. All I've eaten for the past 8 years are the few table scraps I've managed to save off the plates. I haven't had a real meal since I was 9, living off of crumbs and dirty water, barely keeping myself alive. If you can call this living.

Living here has been a struggle to say the least, being beaten and bloodied by everyone including my own family. I'm treated even lower than an omega, the supposed lowest stature in a pack. I get everyone's work dropped on my shoulders, practically breaking my bones everyday.

But enough of that, I have to finish getting breakfast ready.

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I'm just finishing placing the silverware on the table, when I drop a metal spoon onto the hardwood floor.

"Shit." I whisper, whimpering. I pick up the spoon and place it on the table quietly, praying that nobody heard that.

What the heck am I thinking!? Of course they all heard that, they have incredible hearing remember!? They're werewolves!

I scramble up the stairs as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I could make it to my room before everyone comes downstairs. But of course, as if my life isn't crappy enough already, I have to come in contact with my father in the middle of the stairs. The whole pack is watching and waiting begin him, evil grins plastered on their faces, anxious to see what their alpha does to his own daughter.

"What an unpleasant surprise bitch, you just have to be so loud that you wake up the whole house." He snarls at me. I stare up at him in fear, feeling my body tense up, waiting for the pain he'll give me.

My father raises his fist threateningly, and I throw my hands up to defend myself, but the blow never comes.

I can hear laughing, so I open my eyes fearfully, slowly moving my hands back down to my sides as I realize he didn't hit me. He only did it to make me flinch.

As they continue to laugh, I stand awkwardly on the step, staring at the carpet-covered stair. Just as my body starts to relax, a foot collides with my gut, knocking the air out of me and sending me flying backwards.

I tumble down the stairs, hitting every step painfully. When I reach the bottom, my entire body aches and I can feel the floor vibrate as the whole pack thunders down the remaining stairs. They're all laughing at my struggle to get up. Some, like my father, come down and start kicking me. Their feet hit everywhere I can't cover; my stomach, my back, my legs, my uncovered arms, even landing some on my neck and face.

Tears pour down my face and I can feel my heart beating widely in my chest, pumping blood towards my new cuts.

"Get out of my sight, whore." Was the last thing my father said to me before him and his buddies head to the table.

My while body protests as I finally manage to get myself upright. While the pack finished eating and the younger members head to school while everyone else goes to work, I only just make it to my room before collapsing in exhaustion.

My vision clouds, and then goes black.