The Alpha's Mute Mate

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Grace POV*

"BITCH GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW"

I quickly ran downstairs only to receive a punch in the ribs causing me to fall. I quickly raised my hands to protect my face as they delivered kicks to my body.

My name is Grace, the alpha's daughter and the pack's punching bag. I haven't spoken for 10years already. After all it doesn't benefit me at all. Silence is Golden.

I turned eighteen yesterday and the pack celebrated it by ditching me in the woods for rogues to kill me. I train every night though when everyone is asleep. I managed to survive with only three claw marks from my shoulder blade to the middle of my back. I don't mind, it looks pretty cool and it serves as a constant reminder that I am strong. But it also reminds me of what the pack has done to me.

"Bitch listen to me when I talk to you" growled the beta's son as he pulled on my hair causing me to wince. He smirked at this.

"We're having a visitor tomorrow, dress nicely --- as nice as you can anyway" he said as he looked me over. I have a figure of an hourglass, a figure most girls want. But they don't know that as I only have baggy and worn-out closed, all my previous clothes were covered in blood. They work well though, they cover the bruises I receive from them.

I silently nodded my head as they once again bashed me up leaving me surrounded in my own blood. "Get cleaned up mutt, you reek" laughed a slut as she flipped her hair and the gang walked out.

As they left I nodded to myself and slowly got up, wincing as I realised they broke a rib. I ran to my hiding place in the woods, a place only I knew. I found it one day when I was younger when I was playing hide and seek with my brother. The vines at the entrance covered everything within, on the other side was a waterfall and a lovely field.

I slowly stripped of my clothes, careful not to hit the injuries I got this morning. I loved water, in water I could be free and let my thoughts float. It healed my injuries, it always do. I giggled to myself as I felt the water running past me.

I sighed to myself as I realised I didn't have anything presentable for tomorrow. I would get another beating if my father didn't approve. In fact, I don't even know whose coming. I've been stuck in the basement for so long I barely even know what is happening within the pack. I only hear rumours when I am let out to do the cleaning for the pack.

I wonder if they would consider a dress made with leaves 'presentable' I wondered as I ran back to the pack house to make dinner.