The Helpless Mate

Chapter 1

"You are so beautiful, my lovely mate," he leaned down and kissed me passionately and trailed the kiss down to my neck.

"I love you," I moaned, then my mate laughed as he pulled away.

"You're an idiot to believe that someone would love you! You're ugly, weak, pathetic, worthless and a slut! Not even a mate could love you!" My so called mate chuckles darkly as others file in from the woods and into the clearing, following his example.

I stand there, face pale as his words ring through my ears. He is right, no one will ever truly love me......

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groan as I roll onto my side and search for what has saved me from my reoccurring nightmare. I quickly turn off my savor so the others don't wake. When I sit up all too quickly, the memories from yesterday come back as I feel the pain all over my body.

"You stupid whore! The pack's dinner was ten minutes late AND you slept in for half an hour!" Madam Marilyn's voice rang in my ears as she slapped me to the ground.

"I'm sorry Madam," I casted my eyes upon the floor as I felt my cheek throb and struggled to slowly get up.

"I'm sorry, did I give you permission to speak?!" Madam then kicked me in the ribs, causing me to land on my back and knock the wind out of me.

I clutched my side and held my breath to keep from crying, she absolutely HATES when I cry. Madam smirked as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me to the stairs. I was yanked to my feet, then sent rolling down the steps by a laughing Madam.

"Pick yourself up and go to your room! No dinner for you tonight!" With that, Madam stormed out of sight.

Slowly, I manage to make my way to the very tiny bathroom that connects to my room. I take a look at myself in the mirror, and assess the damage.

An angry welt, from where Madam hit me. A healing black eye, from another beating. Bruised ribs, stairs and the kicks. My long brown hair flows down past my shoulders once brushed, with split ends. It's the unhealthiest hair I have ever seen. My hazel eyes are emotionless, I've gotten used to the abuse after these years.

All in all, it's not that bad. After evaluating myself I throw on a pair of jean short shorts and a plain white t-shirt, with underwear and a bra on underneath of course. I slip on my worn out black converse and prepare myself for another day in hell.

I head down to the kitchen and, as usual, there's a long list of chores to be done that had been left by Madam. Make breakfast, make beds, scrub the floors, clean the windows, dust, laundry, lunch, more laundry, serve Jason, dinner, dishes.

See, it wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for two things.

A:I'm doing all this, not for a house of four or five but for everyone who lives in the pack house.

B:Jason, is the alpha's son.

Wait, before I continue telling you about my shitty life, I should probably tell you how things ended up like this.

Well, my name is Alexandra Connel. My brother is Nathan and my parents are Payton and Thomas. When I was about thirteen my mother died while protecting me from a rogue. I found my father not even two days after, hanging from the ceiling by a rope around his neck. For some reason the pack blamed me for the death of their betas. After my father died, my brother started to train to fill the position. My brother was treated with respect while I was spit on and hit. I even had to go through my first shift alone. I have been alone ever since, unless you count my wolf. She's always been there since my shift at sixteen. Everyone thinks I haven't shifted and that I'm just a puny human, but I'm just too weak or malnourished to shift most of the time.

In the time I've told you my life story, I've already made breakfast and set the table. Have to be quick, or things get very bad very fast. Just as I start to clean the counters off in the kitchen, the door slams open.

I gasp as I turn to see Jason standing in the doorway. I quickly avert my eyes and return to my task. Not that he's bad looking, he's dirty blonde with the bluest eyes I have ever seen, not to mention his six pack. As I wipe down the counters I hear Jason draw closer and closer until his footsteps come to a halt and I feel his breath on the back of my neck. I swallow audibly as I clean up spilled pancake batter. Jason's arms snake around my waist and he pulls me so that my back is pressed up against his front. I stay frozen, hoping to not anger him.

"Hello there Alex," Jason purrs in my ear as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Hello and good morning alpha Jason," I keep my voice smooth and my tone formal even though I'm freaking out.

"I'm not alpha yet. Also, call me Jason unless we're in front of people," he pauses a moment before planting lingering kisses up and down my neck.

"Um Jason, what are you doing?" I swallow the lump in my throat as my whole body stiffens.

"Shhhhh, no talky," Jason then spins me around and pushes me back to the counter.

He forces me to sit on the counter as he wraps my legs around him and grips me by my thighs. Jason's lips come into contact with mine in a hurry. He licks and tugs at my bottom lip as he begs for entrance. I have no choice but to grant it to him. His tongue intertwines with mine before he pulls away and stares at me, his eyes pitch black. Jason then kisses and nips at my neck and one hand moves from my thigh to the hem of my shirt. He slips his hand under and slowly moves it north.

"Where are you, you stupid whore?! Why are you not making the beds?!" Madam then enters the kitchen and her face turns pale as she stares at us then quickly drops her gaze and lowers her head.

"I am so sorry, alpha Jason. I did not mean to interrupt," Madam does not raise her head and continues to stare at the tiles of the kitchen floor.

"Don't you DARE call my mate a stupid whore, you bitch!" Jason then releases me and stands in front of Madam.

Mate?! He's is NOT our mate! We can't have a mate! We're only seventeen! We still have two months before we can find our mate! My wolf is pacing in the back of my head as we both try to comprehend what he just said.

His birthday is today! He's eighteen now, so maybe he already knows? I don't know how it works, I don't exactly have someone to teach me about these things. I stare wide eyed at my "mate."

"I-I-I'm so so sorry alpha Jason. I had no idea she was your mate," Madam is full on kneeling at this point.

"Well, now you do. I have business to attend to. My mate can HELP with the pack's chores. I expect her to be helped. I will return and take her with me before dinner," Jason turns around to blow me a kiss before heading for the exit.

"Y-y-yes, whatever you wish alpha Jason," Madam let's out a breath I didn't know she was holding as Jason exits the room.

"I'm sorry Madam, I'm sorry the beds aren't made. Oh my Goddess! I'm sorry for speaking without permission!" I close my eyes and brace for the slap that never comes.

"You're sorry?! I'm the one who should be sorry! I had no idea you were the the alphas mate! Don't worry about the bed or anything, I will do them. Please don't tell the alpha about everything!" Madam then rushed out of the kitchen, leaving me with one thought.

What the hell?!