Chapter Two
I was covered in a thick blanket when I woke up, I searched my surroundings for answers when I saw Aaron sleeping. He covered me? I pursed my lips, my mind started to forget the past as I looked at the man who had abused me before now, did the most kindest thing ever. Something meant just for me and that was cover me with a blanket. I was now stood over Aaron and quickly dropped a kiss on his cheek as if to say thank you.
As I closed the door behind me, I heard Aaron growl under his breath, a word I didn't quite pick on. I ran down the stairs and started making more than 100 waffles and pancakes followed by gallons of milkshake. After 2 hours of making breakfast and it now being 8 o'clock, I fell backwards on the sofa reading through the work I had to do. It was still quite early when I heard everyone starting to wake up, the only thing on their minds was the fact that the Alpha's son had returned.
Lea, threw me a dirty glare as she packed the dinner I had prepared her and threw it at the bottom of her bag. "Hey whore, where's my water?" her voice held fatigue as she consumed a breakfast bar, I pulled a bottle of detox water and put it in her bag. Lea was Beta Thomas's daughter, older than me by a month. Her yoga pants exposed her butt as she kissed Tyler, her current boyfriend. I looked away now busy with the younger children, whose mothers were too lazy to feed them. My brothers stood at the banister and looked down at the pack, everyone looked up in surprise, some girls batting their eyes at them, probably thinking how lucky they are for the Alpha's sons were mate less.
After the commission, the pack members left, some went to school while others went to work, either way, it was just me and my brothers. "What's for breakfast?" Joshua asked, sitting on the kitchen shelves, I held out the waffles and pancakes but he shook his head no. "Make me a fried egg" He smirked as he still stole a pancake and dipped into some syrup. After taking the first bite, his eyes went shiny. "Damn sis, you make the best pancakes" I beamed as I cracked the eggs, too afraid to meet his eyes incase I my smile made him angry.
The others just ate waffles without complaining or complimenting and within minutes I had to wake up my father. I crept up to the 5th floor where his room, office and everything related with him was situated and opened his bedroom door, there he was. Sleeping. On his desk a picture of my mother and brothers when they were young. My heart filled with guilt, maybe if I wasn't born, maybe she'd be here and my father wouldn't be the way he was. Abusive.
I shook my father's arm and he sat up and looked at me with disgust. I lowered my eyes in defeat as he pushed back his blanket. I did the morning ritual, cleaning his room while staring at the only picture I had ever seen of my mother. She looked the same way she did in my weird dreams, that I've had for 5 years now. Instead of receiving my wolf like other teens my age had, I got her in my dreams forcing me to drink-.
I stopped daydreaming once the bathroom door slammed open, "Get me my breakfast, bitch" He spat in my face, while gripping strongly to my hair. I scrunched my face slightly in pain while I ran from his room. The tears dripped from my eyes in surprise, my hands shook violently as I took out my father's preferred cutlery and filled his plates with sweet exquisite waffles and pancakes. I made sure to top the plate off with cream and fresh berries. Aaron and Blake followed me up the stairs and into my father's room. He was dressed in a suit and tie, probably due to the fact he was meeting with other neighbouring Alphas during the evening.
I stood motionless in the corner of his room and watched Aaron and Blake greet him. Blake picked up the picture on my father's chest of drawers and analysed it. "The only picture of the whole family looking happy." My father grabbed it off Blake and slightly wiped it. "I remember, every picture we took someone was always unhappy" Blake smirked at Aaron, who shrugged his shoulders then looked over at me as I clutched the tray. I was the only person not in the whole family picture. It felt like I had been shot multiple times but my shattered ego, for some odd reason wouldn't break any more.
That's because you're not like them.
A voice echoed inside my head almost making me drop the tray, I gulped loudly, my heart thumping against my chest demanding to be let out. What was that? Who was that? I listened again hoping to hear the cheerful mellow voice. But instead was confronted with a laugh. My attention diverted back to my father as he stared at the tray in my hand and threw it out my hand, causing it to smash against the wall. I looked down in anger, fury, sadness and guilt. "What is that?" he asked roughly while holding onto my chin and causing me to look into his dark eyes. "Can't talk?" He questioned pushing me against the wall like a rag doll. "That's what you get for killing your mother" He shouted, his voice boomed around the pack house. I wanted to apologise and repent but instead I ran over to the broken cutlery and ruined food, never feeling my older brothers' gaze leave me.
"I'm eating out" My father announced, he left the room causing me to finally breathe again. That man's existence hurt me, a lot. Blake grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall, causing me to look at him with horror but I let my eyes fall to the ground and closed them. "If you weren't here, mum would be." His words cut me deep like a knife. And here I was hoping I was living a fairytale and that out of all the people in the world, my brothers would save me.
Aaron left the room as Blake tightened his grip. "Try screaming" He whispered into my ear causing it to burn, after pulling me closer to himself, he pushed me back into the wall, which had a nail poking out of it but I doubt he knew about that "You fucking worthless slut" he screamed and then cursed more. I gasped in pain and blinked continuously and mouthed 'sorry' as he walked away. Blake always lost his humanity once our mother was mentioned.
You have nothing to apologise about, Mia.
I sighed, did this voice in my head, not know what my entire existence did to this family?
Oh I know Mia, I'm your wolf.
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Rejected by Family
Hombres LoboFor 17 years, I have been blamed for my mother's death, the Luna of the Mooncore pack. Everyday, I'm tortured by the people I'm supposed to call family. Everyday, I lose more and more of my sanity Today, I lost it all. ~ From the Alpha'...