Sara whimpered as her father kicked at her ribs. Why did it have to be her? Looking up at the picture of her mother she bit her lip when the drunken man delivered a sharp kick to her gut. “Slut…” he slurred.
Slowly he stumbled off to his room, leaving Sara alone to get herself to the medical center in the house and then to her bedroom. She was luckily none of the pack members were up at the moment. If they caught her at this time of night she would be in for another beating.
She had been receiving these punishments ever since her mother had passed away. Rouges had attacked the pack home, killing three other women and six pups before they could be beaten off. But that wasn’t the problem. Her mother had died defending her, the weakest pup in the pack.
When she had reached the tender age of thirteen she had been forced to quit school and start taking care of the pack. Yelping softly when she bumped into the wall, Sara froze. When no one came out of his or her room she continued on her way.
She was now seventeen, past her mating age and having never been able to leave the house, even to shift, she knew she wasn’t ever going to find her other half. And why would they want a weak mate like her? She was the omega, the weak link.
Hell she wasn’t even tall. Coming in at four foot nine she was easily hidden by tall people. And if that didn’t turn her mate away then her weight would. After only eating two meals a week she had become thin enough that you could clearly see her bones.
Sara bandaged her sides, knowing that one of her ribs was cracked and that no one would heal her she made do with binding it tightly before heading to her room.
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Inside the tiny broom closet like room she took the ripped shirt off to place her only nightgown on. Crawling onto the thin mattress and pulling the thin comforter over her body she tried to sleep.
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It was five a.m. when she got up. She had to get breakfast ready for the pack or hell would break loose. Sliding into the worn out jeans and the over sized shirt Sara padded down to the empty and silent kitchen to prepare for the day.
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The pack slowly and sleepily padded into the warm kitchen, sniffing the air and sighing happily. Sara sat in a chair in the corner, waiting to see if she got a meal today. The alpha and his mate sauntered into the room arm in arm. The Luna smiled gently at her while the Alpha just stuck his nose in the air.
The Luna was a great woman; she wasn’t one of the people who joined in on the beatings or the name-calling. If anything she was like Sara’s mother. Keeping her eyes down on the floor the young girl stayed silent.
Once everyone had left Sara stood and began to clean. But she wasn’t alone. The Beta and the Gamma meandered into the kitchen, surrounding her. “You know, her body had developed really well.”
“Think we should take a sample, Ron?” The gamma asked, trailing a hand over her shoulder. Shuddering with fear Sara whimpered.
“You bet. Get up to my room slut.” Fearing the punishment but not wanting to let them touch her she ran to her room. Ron and Alex caught her before she hit the stairs. “Looks like we get to punish the bitch.”
With a cry of fear Sara was pushed into the Beta’s room.
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Her body hurt. Not just in one place but everywhere. They hadn’t stopped at taking her virginity; they had taken her every way they could think of. For hours she had struggled against them but eventually couldn’t find the strength to fight anymore.
When they were done they dumped her in her room, laughing about how she should pleasure them more often. Sara made it the bathroom, running the hot water over her body to try to get rid of the feeling of their hands on her body.
For over four years she had served the pack, taking their abuse, allowing them to treat her differently because it was attention. But as the blood was washed from her bottom and thighs she slowly started to feel anger.
Sara had never felt anger towards her pack but for once she couldn’t hold it in. crying in anger and pain she limped to her room, pulled some clothes on and limped out into the sunshine.
She would no longer stand it. For years she had let it go on but it was time she left. Being careful not to rip her clothes as she shifted, letting them go with her human form she shook out her brown and white coat before running.
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Make Me Better Mr. Alpha(Canceled)
Werewolf(STORY CANCELED. BEING RE-WRITTEN) Sara is a young wolf who has a broken past. Her mother died protecting her and Sara was punished for it. Years later at the age 17 this young wolf will learn what it means to hate her pack and how to break free. Bu...
