*pictured above is thea aka "little one"
thea's pov
I'm not sure how much more I can take.
The human body can only handle so much, and if I was entirely human my body would have shut down years ago. Quite honestly at this point, I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse.
Kidnapped at the young age of twelve, my body's been deprived of any real nourishment. I've been used as a human punching pack day in and day out. After nearly seven years I've forgotten how it feels to be touched in any way but anger. I can't remember the last time I felt safe, the idea seems almost foreign to me.
Growing up, I was taught that all werewolves had a mate. One wolf destined just for them. As a little girl, I was enamored by the idea of mates. Not only was I the shy and awkward daughter of the Alpha, but I was also born a runt. Every parent's worst nightmare. For an Alpha, the idea seemed unfathomable. My Father, the great Alpha Jamison, took my defectiveness in stride though, and never made me feel like I was worth anything less. My Mother and he tried their best to shield me from the world's ignorance. Runts were more often than not, killed at birth. My Father's decision to let me live wasn't a decision loved by all. In our large pack of 1000 wolves, many of the elder generations believed that having a runt in the pack was a sign of weakness.
To make matters worse I was painfully shy. The school was a nightmare for me, as the Alpha's daughter I was put under a microscope daily. Everyone knew who I was. I was expected to be outgoing, and charismatic. Something I never lived up to.
Days after my twelfth birthday, our pack was attacked. No one saw it coming, and as a result, we were woefully unprepared. A group of rogues came in the night and slaughtered my pack. I'm not sure if a single wolf survived. As I watched my pack be destroyed, I was taken. Before I knew it I was left in a cell, chained to a wall underground. Fed no more than scraps, and beaten till I was black and blue.
As the days passed I tried to hold out hope. I tried to believe that I would one day be saved. But, as the days went on, my hope crumbled into ashes. The men who took me would taunt me as they mercilessly abused my body.
"A damn runt like you will never be loved by anyone."
"No wolf would ever accept you."
"Your mate will reject you on site."
"Waste of space."
It's been seven years since that fateful day my life was changed completely. I stopped believing I would ever make it out of my prison alive long ago, and the idea of a mate was a pipe dream. If by some chance I ever met my mate, he'd be disgusted at the sight of me. I was no more than 5'0 tall, and I was so skinny you could count my ribs. No wolf would ever love a defective runt like me. Why would any man accept me? Dreaming of a mate will bring me nothing but pain.
hi guys! thanks so much for checking out my new book 'little one' let me know what you think!
-ej
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little one
Lobisomemthea's given up on the idea of mates. she long ago accepted she would never have one, let alone be accepted. born a runt, and kidnapped to be used as a punching bag she's been broken. sebastian has been desperately searching for his mate for years...
