Alpha Pierce is Mine

Chapter 3: What if?

(Picture of Diana above)

Diana's POV

By the time I got down to the alphas kitchen, my ribcage was already throbbing from the blow I'd received earlier.

I quickly got to work on Alpha Rick's breakfast. Starting by whisking some eggs and milk together for an omelette. Omelettes were the alpha's favorite and by now I could cook them with my eyes closed. I had always loved the kitchen, ever since I was little. My mom cooked and baked everything for the pack meals and occasionally she would let me help her. So...yeah cooking was pretty much the only happy thing in my world. 

Pancake batter that I had made before and saved in the refrigerator was used on a pan to make pancakes. As I worked I threw subtle glances at the video cameras in the corners of the room. I had quickly learned they were there after sneaking some food from my ingredients when no one was home and I got beaten for it. Oh no, life at Alpha Rick's was not fun for me.

I cleaned up the kitchen for a good couple hours, there were beer bottles and solo cups scattered everywhere from the alpha's party last night.

When I got done, I went upstairs to help the luna get ready for the day. 

I got to the master bedroom's door and the guards standing on either side of it scowled at me and whispered to me. 

"Watch yourself mutt." 

I put my head down and opened the door ever so slowly, careful not to disturb the luna.

She usually slept until at least 10 am everyday. The luna was not the nicest she-wolf I had ever met. Of course, she was one of the only she-wolves I'd ever met. Her face was 90% plastic, she had bleach blonde hair- which was not natural may I add-, and she had wrinkled skin due to a few too many cigarettes. 

Walking into the closet, I hurried to pick out her outfit for the day and quietly clean the room.

"Wwellll weeelll wellll lookie who we have heraaaaaa" She slurred from her hangover.

"I'm very sorry to wake you up miss." I bowed my head obediently.

"Nooooo youreeeeee not. Youreeee not capablleleee of being sorry. Noo not everrrr." She half yelled. 

"I picked out your outfit for the day miss." I attempted to change the subject.

"Oh," she replied looking at her thumb and then sucking on it, "it's probably very ugly. A mutt like youuuu wouldn't have good fashion tastttteeee. Unless your mommy showed you what good tasteeee was before sheeee got sent to the devil." 

It took all my strength to hold back my wolf so she didn't rip the luna to pieces. 

All she did was grin. Knowing she'd hit the target.

"Shall we get you ready for the day luna?" I asked through gritted teeth. 

"No." She replied flatly

Regardless of the years of abuse and torture that the alpha and his pack had so kindly gifted me with, I had still stayed very strong witted and unbelievably courageous through it all.

"How about we get ready and I will make you cinnamon rolls?" I offered. The luna was pretty much a little kid.

She jumped off the bed and grabbed hold of my neck. She may be a crappy person, but she was a luna nonetheless, and her strength was phenomenal. 

"If you order me around again, I will make sure you don't survive to tell about it." She hissed in my face, spit flying everywhere.

"I-I'm sorry" I choked out.

"Good!" She changed character completely and looked at me with a friendly smile, "now get me my clothes slave."

"Yes ma'am." I replied, emotionless.

***

"Mutt! Get down here!" Rick screamed.

"Coming sir!" I replied politely.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed my hair, picking me up off the ground. 

My wolf whined with the pain and I struggled to get out of his grip.

"I heard you were messing with your luna." 

"No sir! I never harmed her! I would nev-" 

"Shut up!!" He screamed in my face, "You were disrespectful to your luna so you are no longer living in the safety of our house."

I exploded from the inside. 

"SAFE!? YOU THINK THIS HOUSE IS SAFE FOR ME?!" 

"Excuse me?" He growled.

"YOU STOLE ME FROM MY PARENTS, AND YOU TREAT ME AS A SLAVE! THIS IS NOT SAFE. OHHHH NO NO...THIS IS H**L  AT ITS BEST!" 

"That's it. You're going down to the cells and you are going to ROT in there!" He spat in my face, his red like a tomato.

"Good! Then I don't ever have to see your face again!" 

He dragged me by my hair all the way down to the cells and threw me into mine. My back hit the hard stone wall and I felt something crack somewhere. I tried my best not to whimper. My body surged with red hot fire and anger.

"Have a nice death." He laughed

"Wait..." I crawled toward him.

"What? Does the puppy feel bad?" He said, amused.

I spat blood on his shoes. "There." I smirked.

A few curses flew through his mouth and he gave me the middle finger before leaving.

Well...I'm screwed. 

Hey loves! It's Lilin8er, and here is a new chapter for all you great people! Honestly, you motivate me so much to write more when you read my stories. Give this chapter a vote if you're proud of Diana for getting her boss on and comment and let me know what you'd do to entertain yourself if you were in a cell by yourself for days. Thanks so much for reading my story (I made sure to write a longer chap this time for all you nitpickers out there)

Love you Wattpadians,

Lilin8er🦄