The Black Prince's White Queen

Amelia

My name is Amelia Winters, my early childhood was fantastic,  I was adored by my pack, we were a kind pack and we rarely engaged in any conflicts. This all changed when I was seven. It was the middle of the day,  my mom and I were walking in the woods on our land when we heard a growl. There were eight rogues surrounding us we were outnumbered I thought I was going to die, my mother died protecting me that day. I wish she hadn't. She fought them off until she collapsed from her injuries. The rogues then turned and left like they were never there. I had a large gash on my arm and scratches on my legs. .My mother told me I was special and will be loved and that she would all ways be with me. She was wrong. My Father, Alpha Michael, and the rest of the pack blamed me for their lunas death, some believed I had killed her, some believed I arranged the attack, everyone has a different theory but they all have one common belief that I should have been the one to die that day. 

That was ten years ago, I'm now 17 and uncared for. Alpha Michaels ( i am no longer allowed to call him father) made me the pack slave, a rank even lower than the omegas. I was forced to do everything,  if everything isn't perfect I get punished, even if it's not my fault. 

My Brother, Tyler convinced my father that I should not be allowed to sleep in the pack house with the other wolves. I was made to sleep in the pack's cells, the same cells where they hold captured rogues and torture them innocent or not. I have heard many shouts, screams, and cries for help. I barely sleep anymore and when I do I am Awoken by the sound of whips being cracked and bones breaking, sometimes my own.

I know what you're wondering why I stay here if its so bad but think were would I go. I would be considered a rogue hated by all, no one would help me and if I was captured I would be tortured and killed. I tried to leave once when I first shifted it didn't end well. I now have to have a daily dose of wolfsbane and wear silver cuffs to stop me from shifting. I cant hear my wolf anymore I can barely sense her anymore. I have let Sophia, my wolf and my mother down.  

I used to wish for my mate to save me you, see when you turn 15 you can sense your mate, your other half but its been 3 years and nothing. sometimes I think I don't have a mate other times I believe I will be rejected.I mean who could possibly want me my once bright emerald eyes are now dull and lifeless. my flaming red hair once soft and silky is now damaged greasy and unkept. my body is littered with bruises and scars I cannot shift, I am a slave, who could possibly want me?...