His Abused Mate (Rewritten)

Chapter 1

I woke up from a horrible nightmare I was having. 4:37.

I'd better get up.

I got up and walked over to the cardboard box I had in the corner of my 'room', it was basically a prison cell. I picked out some old cloths and put them on.

My clothes were all plain and old as could be. It would probably be another year before I even got one pair.

When I was ready to leave I took a deep breath and prepared for the new day. Time to go upstairs.

I walked out of my cell in the basement and up the creaky stairs. When I have time I should fix those.

The first thing I was greeted by was a handwritten note from Alpha Greg, my 'father'.

"Selena, do your everyday chores first and anything else the pack asks of you, when your done I need my office cleaned. I have a meeting with a neighboring pack's Alpha and it needs to look presentable. As does the whole house. If this isn't done by 4:45(pm), trust me, you'll wish you were dead.

-Alpha Greg"

That last part didn't count, I already wished I was dead.

The kitchen was just around the corner where I always started my day. Cooking breakfast for the pack house.
Cooking for the house took at least an hour, depending on how efficient I was that day.

Each day I made the same thing, except special occasions like a birthday or holidays. I grabbed trays of eggs from the fridge along with orange juice, bacon, and milk. I grabbed the waffle mix and after measuring everything out began mixing the batter. I had to prepare 30 plates and fill 30 glasses with either orange juice or milk. I had to memorize who wanted what.

I started up the oven, waffle makers, and toasters so I could get to work.

When I was finished it was a quarter after six, a little slow today. I had just finished filling the glasses when my brother, the future Alpha, appeared in the doorway.

I went to hurry out of the room but on the way out my brother stopped me,"When I get in here I should never find you. I will deal with this later." I nodded my head and left without a word.

I went to work on cleaning the house starting with the den.

The pack had movie night last night so the room was a mess. Extra blankets on the floor and couches, popcorn and other snacks could be seen from a mile away, everything was destroyed.

I started with the blankets, shaking them out then putting them in a laundry bin. After they were out of the way and being washed I swept up all of the larger items of trash. And finally I had to vacuum the couch out and the floor. I also lit a few candles for a while for pleasent environment.

After the den was finished I went to along to the others, (Kitchen, Living room, Dining room, etc.).

The bedrooms were always the last places I cleaned. I cleaned the rooms from the lowest class to the highest. Meaning my brothers and dad's room was always last.

When I got to my brothers I expected him to be at school but it was clear he had skipped. I nearly knocked on the door until I heard what sounded like faint moaning. Nope.

I was on my way to my dad's office when I checked the time. 4 pm.

There is no way we can finish.

I panicked and dashed down the hall and into his office. I began shoving random paper balls into the trash and frantically sorting papers on his desk into neat piles. I put the loose books on his desk back on the book shelf. I checked the clock on his desk, 4:37 p.m..

He's gonna kill us.

I darted to my cell in order to avoid being seen by Alpha Greg. I sat on the mattress that was my bed and held my knees to my chest, we're so dead.

Stop telling me we're dead, I KNOW.

I'm just saying, father is going to kill us.

He's not our father.

My wolf was always stating the obvious. I'm already dying, the doctor said I had about a month to live. All the abuse I was taking gave me concussions, seizers, and obviously bruises and scars. Normally wolves heal these naturally but my wolf is so physically and spiritually weak that I'm basically human.

Overtime the abuse just kinda built up since I couldn't heal. One day their gonna knock me unconscious and I just won't wake up.

"SELENA!"

Here it comes.

I heard the heavy footsteps coming from the second floor. I braced myself by holding my knees tighter and squeezing my eyes shut.

The basement door slammed open.

"I'M SORRY! I TRIED TO FINISH I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME." I had tears streaming down my face but I refused to open my eyes and buried my face into myself instead.

I may wish I was dead but I'm terrified of what's beyond my life as well.

"SORRY???! YOU HAD ALL DAY FOR THIS! YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN FINISHED! YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE!" He grabbed my arm firmly making me grip myself tighter.

When I stiffened I heard him reaching for his pocket.

"PLEASE NO NOT THE KNIFE!" I pushed him away from me and tried to back away more although I was already against the wall. I put my hands over my head and prepared for a beating. Fighting back usually resulted in a kick to the gut but nothing came.

I slowly put my arms down and opened my eyes to see Alpha Greg standing over me with nothing but a disgusted look on his face.

"If I had time I would do this right now, but I don't. Tomorrow you will get the beating of your life."

He turned to leave without another word. I didn't feel at ease until I heard the basement door thump. Then the thought came to me.

What if we didn't live to give him the satisfaction.

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It's finally here. The re written version is finally being written. I have been very busy but I hoped you enjoyed chapter one.

~Smile Loves~

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IM BACK FROM THE DEAD.

After one year four months and nine days, I return to finish what I started! This book will be finished (and edited). I will be editing the chapters that are already published first and finish writing the rest after.