Chapter 1
I was cleaning the floors of the house, getting lost in the tiny bubbles of the suds. It wasn't until I felt an abrupt pain in my side that I fell over onto my side. Grimacing I looked up to see my sister Geneva smiling down at me with her mate Gazzy.
"Move it pest." She snarled. It took everything in me not to bite back at her but I knew once she went crying, father would be hot on my ass. I sighed standing up moving out of her way praying silently that the bitch would slide on the soap suds with those ugly ass heels she had on.
She stunted by me obnoxiously rocking her hips back and forth with her mate tight on her heels turning the corner with her before sending me an apologetic glance. Gazzy was from the Amity pack. They believed in forgiveness and that violence is not the answer. I often hear him scolding Geneva for always giving me a difficult time with her biting back at him asking why did he care. With that, he always stood down afterward.
I got back on my knees and finished the floors of the last level of the packs' house. Quickly I mind-link the pack telling them that the floors are freshly waxed and to be careful not to fall then, I quickly shut my link off before the bitter comments come flying back. Carrying the bucket outside I flung it in the grass sighing as the breeze hits my battered black and blue skin.
'It would be so nice if we could just find out mate already' Chrissy stayed facing a corner of my mind as she usually does when acting depressed. 'It would n't it?' I retorted calmly making us sigh in unison.
'Whoever you are...come to save us from this hell.' I thought as I carried the bucket back into the cleaning supply closet and walked into my bedroom. It was fairly big.. nice and comfortable. Grey walls with a queen sized bed and white sheets and curtains. The only thing father didn't mess up in my life only because my mom forbade him to ever do so. I know what your thinking.
How come he can beat you but not mess up a damn room without your mom having a hissy fit.
Well because my mom is away on trips all the time. He beats me while she is gone, and while I'm a wolf I'll heal before she ever comes back. I've almost forgotten to mention who I am.
My name is Billie Eilish and I'm 16 years old apart of the erudite pack and the alphas daughter. I have long hair that I often dye so I won't bother by giving you my natural color but right now it's a light silver type hair. I'm about 5'5 and I'm your normal well fit white girl type.
I often dress like a boy mainly wearing baggy clothing though. My wolf is white with orange eyes her name is Chrissy. I have one sister as you know the bitch called Geneva and my elder brother Finneas which also travels with mom.
I looked up at my ceiling blushing as I bit my lip imagining my mate. He might be tall, sweet and kind. I thought. My spine started to shiver as I thought of him as the opposite.
I decided to take a nap turning over as I let sleep consume me.
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I woke up my skin growing pale as the territory my pack lived in reeked of our own blood. Blood-curdling screams and wicked laughter could be heard. I bit my lip running downstairs and last the bodies of pack members. I choked back a sob not because I feel for my pack members. Only because this was such a horrible way to die. But I kept running not turning back.
I stop dead in my tracks when I saw three wolves closely stalking closer to me. I backed up and looked between all three my eyes met with the one in the middle... the alpha.
His eyes were a dark grey almost black in wolf form as he didn't seem to care if I was his mate.. something angered him about me. I did the only thing I could do. I shifted my clothes ripping in the process. "Whoever you are. you run I will kill." The alpha stated. His wolfs voice sent shivers down my spine. "Don't hurt us" Chrissy retorted broken that her mate would even think to kill her. "Turn back.." he said his wolf smiling which was beyond scary.
I took a deep breath shifting back as I blushed looking down at the black wolf. my naked body bares to all three of them. "Listen... please. I don't wanna die." I whispered shaking hoping that there was an ounce of humanity left in him. He looked at the brown wolf then the tan and all three walked into the woods. I thought they left as I collapsed crying a bit thinking I've been spared.
"HEY" I heard someone yell. I looked up to see a boy no taller than 5'7 with half black and half blonde dreaded hair. I shuffled away as I smelled the same sent as that black wolf. He was the wolf from earlier, he had basketball shorts and a bare chest and so did the other two. He was alpha Jahseh Onfroy. Alpha of the Dauntless pack. The most ruthless and reckless yet brave of them all.
I bowed my head petrified of him. My mate was the most ruthless alpha of them all. 'I give him a week till he kills us.' Chrissy says. I looked up and swallowed nervously 'I don't even think we have an hour...'
