I am woken up by the sun hitting my face through the tiny window in my room, it's rays splash my room in light. Quickly stretching, I look over to my right to check the time. 5:30. Great just on time. I start getting ready for the day and put on my white tank top, worn jeans and hoodie. After brushing my teeth and washing my face i go over my injuries to see they are healing well. Heading upstairs, I begin making breakfast for the pack; eggs, waffles and bacon. I do this almost automatically, as i am still half asleep. 6 hours of sleep is definitely not enough, but yesterday's beating took longer than usual and i refuse to miss my training because of them. As I continue making breakfast, pack mates start filling the breakfast hall in their half awaken haze. I start bringing out the food and organizing the table before anyone can hurt me for not following order or for being slow. I keep my head down looking down at my feet as to not accidentally treat anyone with disrespect as I line the tables.
"Ella!" I quickly swip my head up to the sound of my name, trying to spot who called me. It was Lucy, the beta female. She was my mom's best friend for years but after mom's death she, like all my other pack mates, ignored me.
"Yes, Beta Female?", I ask her, still looking at my feet. She doesn't usually talk to me, nobody does. They prefer to ignore me and pretend i don't exist,that they don't have such a disgrace in their pack. That they don't have such an ungrateful, undeserving, fat, ugly and stupid slut who killed their Luna in their pack.
"Look at me Ella"
I raise my eyes to her face and repeat my earlier statement,still not meeting her eyes.
"Yes Beta Female?"
A smile spreads across her face and she replies, " Happy Birthday,Darling!"
I freeze. Shit. Today is my birthday. I completely forgot.
Oh no. No no no no. I was dreading this day. The day can start finding my mate. My eighteenth birthday.
"Thank you", I quietly say,regaining my composure and forcing a small smile onto my face. I continue setting the table, before running to the kitchen to try and stop the panic attack. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. That's what my mom would always tell me when I had a panic attack to calm me down. Deep breathes. Its not working.
Rushing to the bathroom I throw up the remains of my dinner from yesterday into the toilet, holding my hair up with one hand and in the other holding onto the toilet seat like my life depended on it. After I finishe throwing up, I stay in that position for a couple of minutes trying to keep calm. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
I quickly get up and wipe my mouth and head back to kitchen before anyone realized I was gone for too long. Just as i get back to the kitchen and turn to start making more bacon, as it's always gone first, my father enters the kitchen, his two lap dogs, the Beta and soon-to-be Alpha, behind him. After my mother's death my father picked out his heir out of the pack. His name is Eric, he is the gamma's son, and my main tormentor.
I turn to my father and lower my head in show of respect and submissiveness. Respect my arse. The gesture which was once a beautiful sign of respect towards the higher ranking wolves of the pack is made a mockery of and is now a sign of fear of our leaders.
"Ella," my father begins, "we will be having a guest over for the night, an alpha from another pack who is coming for some meetings. He is very important. You will clean my office for our meeting and prepare four of our guest rooms for him and his pack mates to sleep in, in time for his arrival at four. Tomorrow you will make all the food half an hour before usual and somebody else will bring it out. You are not to get out of the kitchen, from the kitchen you will go straight to your room"
"Yes, Alpha" I reply softly, my eyes still on my shoes, not looking up at him, afraid of what will happen if I do.
Once I hear their footsteps leaving I raise my gaze only to meet the eyes of Eric. Shit. Cursing under my breath I slowly start backing away as his infamous smirk makes its way onto his face.
"Scared, now are we, El?" he taunts, "you wouldn't like a birthday present? how ungrateful of you."
Still backing away my back hits the door of the fridge and a slow chill crawls up my back, both from the cold temperature of the fridge and the fear of what is going to happen next.
"Well," Eric continued as he came closer almost reaching me , "happy birthday, whore."
As soon as the words left his mouth he reached me and punched me in the face, and I fell to the floor from the force of it, curling myself into a ball. A kick to the ribs and another punch to the lower part of my calf followed the first hit. I heard the swoosh of a knife taken out of his pocket, and not even a second later did I feel the agonizing feeling of silver in cutting into my flesh. After that I stopped recognizing the hits and cuts, they were coming so fast and were all over my body, I didn't know what he hit last, or where. All I knew was the pain, all over my body. The pain is familiar. Calling to me. Whispering it will all be over soon, to just close my eyes and it will all stop, but I refuse to listen to the pain.
After what felt like hours, the pain began to subside and I realized Eric left. I sighed in relief as I tried to get up. Keyword: tried. My legs failed to support my weight and I fell back down. Laying there, I waited a couple more minutes to let my body heal, checking that all the broken bones were set in their place so that they heal correctly. It gave me a chance to look at the mess that is my body. Some injuries like the punch to the face or the thin cut on my shoulder, will be gone in a couple of hours, some in even less, whereas most of them would stay for longer than that, such as my broken ribs or fractured leg or deep cut on my hip. My constant need to heal and alpha blood give me the ability to heal faster than most were wolves, and my knowledge of the anatomy and how to heal most injuries surly helps. Even though, my body is still covered in scars. And the current injuries are just that. Scars to add to my collection.
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