Save Me From The Alpha

The broken.

Blood... That's all I smell. The torture chambers aways smelt of blood from the many victims that go in an out of there. I was one of those....

-3 years ago-

Dark. Darkness was everywhere. Snickers of men and the smell of blood and the sound of my arms being linked to chains.

Me being the smart 13 year old I am I spat at one of the guards who spilled my soup. I barley eat as it is and spilling my biggest meal isn't ok for a teenager!

"Your going to get it now mutt. We give your girly needs and a place to sleep yet you defy us?!" The guard snapped at my face.

I flinch back, afraid of this guard. Michael. He's told to have beaten a pup to death from talking back.

"You mute little mutt. Where's your daddy gone? He hasn't even once try to get you." He snickers.

It's true. After the 5 years of being here he hasnt tried.

I yelp as a slap goes across my face and my arms being pulled againest a hard surface.

"Pretty girl under that dirt." He brushed his finger across my cheek. After he felt me flinch back he grabs my hands and smiles. "This is mercy." I yowl loudly knowing the whole prison can hear my howls of pain as he snaps my wrist fast. Crushing my hand in the process.

End of flashback.

My hand has never been the same. Of course they make sure I'm alive and got all the shots and shit that you normally need but my irregular looking hand hasn't gotten a glance at.

"Hey Mutt, can ya pass me your bread. The damn guard ate mine." My prison friend Samuel said.

Samuel has been stuck here since he was 13. He got the worse of the beatening.

"Yeah of course Sammy." I pass my bread across the bars to my left. After I feel his hands take it I move my hand away sighing.

"I hear that the alpha is going to blow off some steam later. Best for you to stay hidden in your corner dear." Samuel sighs.

"Of course" Every month or so the alpha comes down and picks a few forever prisons as they are called and beats them to death to "Cut back on the money." of course we get better food for a week but it's not worth the scare.

But I have been to a few of them. Only because I back talked a lot. The alpha before his son took after, was cruel. He deserved my smartass remarks. But I was only whipped on my back. Never to the death point. But to the point where I wished I was.

And after the Alpha stepped down, Alpha Steve took over and when I was picked once for the beatening I was hit yes. Cruely, yes. But I didn't die. Because his mate saved me. She didn't like the idea of beating a teenager to death. I have my number of scars. But so do many. I was strong. But after my last beating.. I broke. I could barley look at someone without flinching. Samuel was there to comfort me, but it took months for me to calm down. Werewolves aren't suppose to have scars. Yet my werewolf gave up on healing them after getting so many in a short amount of time.

~Next day~

"Wake up wake up! Get your useless asses up! Alphas time to pick!" Groaning as his voice and banging makes my ears ring.

Sighing as I get up looking down at my "breakfast" consisting of, dry bread, and a can of water. Of course we get more than that at dinner when ones dead and they feel kind.

Smiling as I start Picking at my bread and munching on it silently, my werewolf ears hear a high pitch scream.

"It has the Luna's ring on it! The Mutt is trying to eat the Lunas ring!"

Grunting annoyed, of course she would accuse me. You slap a wh0re once and she never lets it go. As I put my bread down and my eyes go wide. A ring. On my bread. Who the hell puts a ring on bread like this? At least put it on fresh bread!

My eyes dart over to the cage door seeing it open with guards rushing in and takes the ring and turning towards me, grabbing my small arms dragging my out and dropping me infront of leather shoes. The Alpha. The person that keeps me in this damn hell hole.

Looking up so I can make a smart ass remark like... 'Hey nice shoes, are they made from the wolves you murder?' Only to have my face smashed into the floor.

"Where the hell did you get my mates ring!" Alpha Steve growled his eyes burning into mine making me cower back.

"It was there when I was enjoying my breakfast, I swear Alpha!" This isn't happening.. I've been good lightly with only a few remarks! They asked for it! I'll be picked to get the death beating if I don't act fast.

"Your lucky my mate likes you!" Alpha Steve growls grabbing my hair and slamming my head into the ground.

"This Mutt gets no breakfast for three days!" The guards nod all at once. Wincing as the blood trickles down the side if my head. Crap. I need breakfast to keep up with everything.

~Hours later~

After the news of five prisoners dead.

Kyle

Zach

Kayla

Craig

And Samuel.

They took him. Remembering as Steve took me to the chambers to teach me another lesson for spitting blood on his 'New expensive leather shoes'

Cowering back as Steve looks at me with his insane smile.

"Here you go lil' Mutt. You get what you deserve now." He laughs hysterically, getting his whip and whipping my bare back.

Agh! Whining softly as I look down at the ground, not letting him see my pain.

After fifteen beatings, whose counting? He stops as the guards throw me back into my ceil.

The sound of my door opening and shoes walking over to me... Oh lord.. More beatening.. I look over and hold in a scream. Luna! Luna Everlast!

She looks at me with her eyes filled with pity as she comes over and bends down pickin me up. Holding me like a mother would to her wounded child.

"Steve wants you to be of use.. He's going to whip you in front of other alphas tomorrow... Hoping that your father will show... I'm sorry."

My eyes wide and she carries me up the steps and out toward the giant pack house.

For once I do not care if I'm outside or going to my death. I only felt the pain in my heart that because of my dad I will never feel loved, I'll never be released.