The King's Abused Mate

Chapter 1 - My abused life

Tala's POV

Sweat poured down the sides of my face as I cleaned the Kitchen's cabinets after washing what feels like a million of dishes. A tired expression coated my face as I sat down next to the wall to rest for a few seconds.

I can hear Winona, my inner wolf, whimpering because of how tired we are from working for a whole day without rest. "We need to make this stop my dear Tala." I heard Winona speak to me with worry in her voice.

"We can't do anything to set us free for now Winona. We just have to wait a bit longer. I'm really sorry Winona, I'm such a horrible wolf for a kind she-wolf like you." I said, feeling guilty for making Winona suffer because of me.

Before Winona could reply, I heard heavy footsteps outside the kitchen and it sounded like it was heading towards the kitchen. I hurrily stood up and picked up a random clothe and dried the already dry plates.

A tall and muscular male walked in with another tall but slightly shorter and muscular male beside him. I recognised that he was Alpha Jones and Beta Morriel of Blue Moon Pack, which is the pack I'm in now. My heart started to beat faster as I felt myself panicking and tried to look busy. The Alpha never lets me rest when I do my work, so I cannot let him see me not doing anything. But unfortunately, the Alpha noticed that I was drying already dry dishes. I just closed my eyes and rested my head low, bracing myself to be told off and punished.

"Do your work correctly you b*tch!" Alpha Jones shouted at me with his deep rough voice that sent chills down my spine. "I-I-I'm sorry a-alpha. I w-w-won't make a-a mistake ag-gain."

"You better be sorry you useless b*tch!" Beta Morriel shouted at me, backing up Alpha Jones.

"It's seems that you've been slacking off." Alpha Jones said, making me feel sure that I will receive punishment soon. "We cannot let this slip by my Alpha." Beta Morriel said, making my anxiety rise up. I'm just standing here, feeling scared of what my punishment will be, while waiting for them to just punish me right now so I could just let it pass.

"You know what to do now, my lovely Tala." Alpha Jones spoke with a smirk plastered on his face. That means he wants me to follow him to get a punishment. He always gives me punishments to every little mistakes I do, whether it's cooking for a few minutes too late, or wearing my maid clothes a bit messy. Yup, I wear a maid costume. I always feel like I'm such a low life.

I put my head back up and followed Alpha Jones and Beta Morriel that walked ahead of me. In my first few times of punishments, I would usually cry on my way to the punishment room. Yes, the pack house has a punishment room, which is also called the torture room.

They keep different variaties of weapons that can be used to torture werewolves if they'd do something terribly wrong. Not many werewolves get tortured there since not many werewolves do a heavy crime. I'm pretty sure the punishment room is a place made only to punish me, who is the only werewolf that is often tortured here.

I still have many scars and wounds from previous beatings, but I learnt to just ignore them through these years where I've been tortured. They started torturing me when I was 12, and I am now 18, almost 19. Almost 7 horrible years of torture got me to get used to the pain of torture.

If you're wondering how I knew my age and birthday, I knew my age from how many years I've been here from the calendar I have in my room. For my birthday, some kind she-wolves told me that my birthday was on 11 July, the day I was brought here. I don't know who and where my parents are too. They said I just turned 6 when I got here. I also forgot the previous memories I had before I went here, which is really sad. I learnt to just let it go. It can't be that important, right?