Rejected, Abused and The Omega *Under Editing*

2. It's About Time.

"Adeline?"

I heard a familiar soft voice called my name while slowly stepping into my room.

She searched around with a confused look on her face, her eyes scanning every inch of my room, trying to find any sight of life.

"Anne I'm over here," I mumbled while trying to pick myself up from the floor. My current beaten state was too much for my body as my arms shooked under my weight. Not being able to stand any more, I went down with a thud.

"Oh hunny!" Anne sprung to my side. Throwing one arm over her shoulder and lifting up with her legs, giving me a chance to grab hold of the wall, balancing me up. Anne's small hands gripped each side of my torso as she helped guide me to a near by bathroom.

She sats me down on the toilet and rushed into the cabinets under the sink to look for anything to help aid my wounds.

"Anne I'm fine...I'm...use to it" I muttered.
Within seconds, Anne appeared in front of me with watery eyes cupping my face. I tried not to make to much eye contact with her but every time our eyes met, my chest tightened and tears appeared.

Anne has been the only person in my life that treats me like a human. Without her I probably wouldn't be alive. When I was a baby she stole me from my father to take care of me. He didn't seem to realize till word got out and then soon at the age of three, he appeared at my grandmother's doorstep demanding me back. Growing up with Mark wasnt easy. He wouldn't feed me for days and would lock me up in my room yelling not to make a sound. Before he would wake up each morning, Anne would appear at my window and handed me plates of food and small items I could play with to past the time. Anne tried time after time to win custody through the court, however the Alfa denied it and any other negative remarks about my father. My father was a very respected man within our pack. I mean he was 7th in command, so any negative reviews was quickly dismissed.

"No you are not "fine", your face is far from it and your body is all cut up, that bastard is no good hitting my granddaughter around as if you're a rag doll. Your mother would have been so disappointed...Look at me." She spoke with a hushed voice with anger laced in each word. "I should have done more. I should have reported him to the head Alpha at the capital."

My eyes met hers but with pain, guilt and sorrow flooding in her eyes. My eyes snapped to the floor.
Her soft gentle hand nudges my head up.
My eyes scanned her face.

Tracing every detail of her face like a road map of time.
Every wrinkle, every line has a memory in it
Her eyes once sparkling bright are dulled with age.
Hair that was brown as chocolate now faded into grey.

"Anne no, you have done enough. You should be relaxing. All this stress you put on yourself is not worth it....I'm not worth it" I smiled softly at her, hiding away the pain.

Anne pressed her lips into thin line, her eyebrows lowered, pulling closer together

"You are always worth it and when you find your mate you will be out of this hell hole. Beside if I didnt pay attention to you, I would be bored and probably turn into one of those old hags that sit on their porch complaining... I just wanna beat them with my broom sometimes." Rolling her eyes.

"Anne those are your friends. Be nice" I said with a smile tugging at the end of my mouth.

"That's just what I tell them." she snorted. "But you Adeline, your happiness will come and so will your mate."

"Anne I cant even shift. How can i find my mate when i dont have a wolf."

"My child, you can plant a peach tree but you can not force it to blossom, you just have to wait."
I giggle at her attempt of sounding wise even though she took it right out of Kung Fu Panda.

"That's my girl. Your more beautiful when you smile." With that she finished bandaging me up and walked out my room.

"Ooooh wait I almost forgot!" Anne shouts while barging back in. "You are to help me cook for the hottie and naughty's 21st birthday party tonight."

"The Alpha's son? Anne aren't you to old"

"Not my spirit... That young man can get it anytime." with that she left.

Ew.
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I sat there on the toilet zoned out into space for hours. Thinking of just everything that happened last night with my father. Why can't he just open his eyes and see that it wasn't my fault with what happened to my mother? Oh I wish I knew her. Maybe my father would have been nice and acted like a father should act...I try not to blame him too much for I know it's hard for a wolf to lose their mate but that was a long time ago. All I have left in my heart for him is blackness.

Ignorant fool.

Lifting myself from the toilet, I made way in front of the mirror with my eyes tightly shut.
I doubt I look that bad...

Hesitant...I opened my eyes...

As my figure came into focus, I was not expecting this...I jumped back, my jaw flying open.

I stand corrected.

My eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.
My dark brunette hair was tangled into a bird nest.
Dried drool around my mouth...I still need to brush my teeth don't judge me.
The left side of my cheek red and gashed with bruises scattered all around.
My eyes scanned south. A sharp breath left my mouth as I stared at a large hand-print wrapped around circumference of my neck. Delicately, I bring my fingers towards my throat, gently tracing the mark he left on me, the moment my hand makes contact, a ripple of pain shot around my wound.

My teeth clenched together.

"Fuck." I hissed out.

Not doing that again..moving on...

My eyes move down to all the cuts and gashes spread throughout my arms and legs from the wood of the broken bookshelf.

"I'm sure the have a splinter somewhere." I mumbled.

I was still taking it all in, when out of the blue a sharp jagged pain drove up my spine.

My hands started cramping , bones dislocating and snapping each finger in any direction. I felt my shoulder blades twist in a counter-clock form. Swinging my arms back , and snapping my elbows out in front of me.

"HEL-- "

I tried to scream out for help but before I could finish the word, the corners of my lips ripped open, tearing through my skin, trailing up to my ear lobes.

A burning and stinging sensation shooting throughout my body.

I began screeching.

What is happening to me? This pain...it's so unbearable!

My knees began to buckle from under me, causing me to loose my balance, sending me to the floor. I could feel my toes twisting and my legs turning.

Then for a quick second from the corner of my eyes, my skin started sprouting fluffs of white ...fur?

Was I shifting?

With that, I felt my nose crack from under my skin, and darkness filled my vision.

This shit was suppose to happen 5 years ago.