Life was never easy on me.
I was the byproduct of rape. My father was a member of a rouge camp.
They had attacked my mother's pack and taken the women and children after slaughtering the men. The man who should have been my father, her true mate, was killed as he tried to get her back. There were too many.
She was drug away with the survivors to the camp. Any women who were of age were forced into huts and raped repeatedly. My mother included. Though she and her sisters fought, it was a lost cause, they weren't strong enough. Over three months they struggled to get free until they gave up hope.
My mother got the worst, she was pretty and young. She found out she was pregnant and set out to get herself beat badly so she would have a miscarriage but the rouges caught onto her plan and held her in solitary confinement so she would have the child.
By the time I was born there had been a mutiny against the previous Alpha. My mother said the new Alpha was there for my birth and never let the others touch me until I turned thirteen. That was when the worst of the rouges decided my time had come. It was subtle at first but I knew it would happen, they attacked me and I was raped, multiple times, I didn't tell the Alpha, I was too ashamed by the fact I couldn't defend myself. But the Alpha overheard them talking about the next time and killed them. The Alpha took me under his wing and protected me from the bad rouges. I was trained to fight and hunt and became almost like a son to the good rouges. I was untouchable in the end.
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Finding the Alpha(Abandoned)
Werewolf"We need you to help us find Alpha Myles, of the Black-River pack." My mind began to reel. The largest pack in America has lost its Alpha? "We were told you are a good fighter and a decent hunter. Frankly, I wouldn't be asking but I've run out of op...
