Mated

Chapter One

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
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I groaned softly as the impact of a fist against my face came again, shoving back at the person in front of me. My dark hair had been tied back into a long braid, one that went almost to my waist, but loose strands had started to fall into my face, making it harder to see in the middle of the night. My father was the only person who had ever managed to strike me and I found myself even angrier now that he forced me out, at 4 a.m., to "train". Like I'd ever even see anyone to have to deal with this anyway.

Personally, I think it was just so that he had an excuse to hit me... even if he never really needed one.

My foot swung out to knock the old man off his feet, but he dodged, and I quickly regained my balance. While my mother had more of a gazelle-like stride when she was alive, I was much more cat-like. Odd enough, considering we're two prominent werewolves in our pack, but I think my dad made up for what we lacked plenty enough. Before she passed, I thought the world of my father, but it was only after that I realized he compensated the rage he felt with his pack by extending it to his family.

Alpha Warren of the Nightlock Pack was a sight to behold. He was solid muscle and an astounding 6'2", which made it even harder for me to beat the guy up, considering I'm the smallest girl in our pack. Most female werewolves are up there in height, around 5'9" to 6'0", but lucky me, I was an incredible 5'2" and a little curvy, but I was still petite compared to the other girls my father's told me about. Everything about me was small, small waist, small nose, small ears, hands, feet. I had long legs, but it was the only thing about me I was happy about. It's irritating to say the least. To be fair, though, Alpha was a bit on the shorter side compared to other male werewolves, even with the alpha gene.

Looking at him now, you could see our similar features- pretty blue eyes that reminded me of a lake in the summer, tanned skin with the lightest of freckles along our noses, and brunette hair. His held some grays, but the aged look almost seemed to make him look more like my older brother, Reece.

I had managed to actually fight him back for almost three hours this time, even though I was getting tired. He'd slung my body down enough the bruises wouldn't go away for the next few hours. I also had two long cuts on my neck from the knife he'd used to wake me up. It didn't take long for him to force me to my feet and from there, pretend to kill me. I knew better than to fight him off when he reared his fist back again this time.

"You should be able to keep going for longer than this, Daphne."his voice was deep and held no remorse as he lifted me from the ground, blood dripping down from my fingertips. I had busted my knuckles open again and I couldn't walk properly, since he'd not even let my wolf heal my leg from yesterday night when he fractured it.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Alpha,"I said quietly, whereas I normally would've told him to fuck right off and risked getting a busted lip or losing some of my hair. I think this might have actually softened the guy up, because his shoulders dipped and he sighed. We continued in silence back to our home, or well- my home, since the rest of my family stays at the pack house. I wasn't welcome there. I guess they didn't think I deserved it.

My "home" was a small cabin at the edge of our lands, far enough in so that I wasn't killed by rogues, but still far away from the rest of our pack and from any potential friends I might've made from age eleven, when my mom died and I was sent to this hell hole. I think I remind him too much of her, with my jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds and my high cheekbones. Most of all, it's the small, dainty nose that curves upwards in the way so many people wished their nose would look that's right in the middle of my face.