Love Me Alpha

Chapter 3

Hey Guys,

I can’t believe how well it’s already gone down! So thanks to anyone who read, voted, messaged me and gave me their support. I actually love you all for doing so.

Anyway I don’t have much to say here so on with the story…. Oh and the next update will be up very soon since I already have half of it written….so yay!

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Chapter 3

It wasn’t long until everyone arrived back at the pack house after school, my head bowed low as I tried to play myself off as being invisible. It was moments likes these I felt the worse, hearing them laughing and seeing them smile with each other. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled, hell I can’t even remember if I had ever smiled in my life. The thought made me frown, but the action I quickly regretted when it got me the unwanted attention I had tried to avoid.

“What are you frowning at freak?” my brother sneered as his hand made contact with the back of my head, the force of the action making my head snap forward and my neck to crack slightly under the strain of his hit. ‘Freak’ was a term I was called often; it didn’t bother me as much as it probably should have.

I didn’t reply to his question, my lips firmly shut as I knew the best and safest way to get out of this was to not respond at all. You must be thinking why that didn’t make matters worse, but strangely it didn’t. He liked it when I didn’t respond; I think it gave him a sense of power over me which he craved. He was a bad and useless leader, not to mention both power hungry, lazy and greedy. He may have been only a year older than me, but he acted like a child who couldn’t take no for an answer.

“Aw, is the freak not answering me?” he continued to taunt, it being nothing I hadn’t heard before as I ignored the sniggers which erupted from all around the room. Surprisingly though it didn’t seem to be as loud as usual even though everyone was present, perhaps they were growing up after all and seeing that picking on an unhealthily thin girl who was only at the young age of 16 was nothing more than pathetic and cruel…one can only hope.

Again I didn’t answer, knowing that all he wanted to hear was the silence. It was kind of amusing if you thought about it deeply enough, that he was content to simply talk to himself when he spoke to me, clearly not wanting me to reply. Like I said, it was sadly amusing.

“Go get dinner ready bitch, and don’t think about eating anything either your fat enough as it is!” he snapped before shoving me in the direction of the kitchen, my hand reaching out to steady my heavily shaking form as I held onto the door frame for dear life, not wanting to lose my balance and collapse onto the ground. I knew no one would help, like I said I was the runt of the pack, the one that nobody wanted around but heavily depended on to run their lives. It was pathetic, but I didn’t have long left to suffer through it before my health finally caught up with me and I was buried 6ft under.

After making everyone their food, it taking longer than expected due to my shaky hands making it practically impossible to use a knife safely, meaning my hands were raw and bleeding by the end of it. Thankfully I didn’t get any crap for it though, but then again it wasn’t until it was time for me to go to bed, my form of near collapsing that the thin cord I was hanging onto snapped.

The pack seemed to think that it would be funny to ruin the one thing that I cared about, the one thing that brought any kind of happy thoughts into my mind whenever I thought about it. It was my happy place, but the heartless bastards destroyed it without a second thought.

It was a single flower which I had growing in a pot in my room; I had managed to keep it alive for years which was an accomplishment in itself. It was a large white daisy, nothing special but it was mine. I loved flowers, how beautiful and free they were, how they provided the bees with pollen to help them make honey. I thought they were amazing, bringing brightness to my day every time I stared at it when I sat alone in the tiny room which represented my bedroom.

I remembered the first time I saw it when I ran through the woods, sneaking it up to my room as I brushed the petals of the large daisy whenever I was in a particularly bad mood. It was my safe haven you could call it, yet when I saw it smashed on the floor in the centre of the room I knew there was nothing left holding me here.

You may be thinking that it was kind of sad I was reacting like this over a simple flower, not even an elegant one at that. But think about it though, if you had literally nothing apart from the single object which brought you any sense of happiness only to be destroyed, wouldn’t it push you over the edge?

I couldn’t help the sob which fell from my lips as I fell down onto my knees, my shaky hands reaching out to brush the ruined petals as I broke down right there and then. I couldn’t help it, my body shaking with the force of my whimpers and cries as I heard everyone downstairs laugh at my reaction to destroying such a stupid object. But what would they know, they had a family, a mate, friends….I now had nothing!

I couldn’t do this anymore; I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer. So with that I grabbed the rags which I had no choice but to call my clothes and waited until everyone was asleep. I didn’t bother to leave a note as I dashed out into the snow; they could rot in hell for all I cared.