The Broken Queen

Chapter 3; Scars:

Dani's POV:

I still remember the scared expression on Ash's face when she caught a glimpse of one of my scars from beneath my jumper. I hated seeing that look, it made me feel so guilty, and for some reason dirty. I was in my shack house that day and I was ill, which had been quite unusual for me in the previous three or so years. I had a temperature of 105, cold sweats, shakes, no appetite, and horrible nausea. My heightened senses weren't up to their usual standards. I felt so miserable, and it made it difficult to concentrate. I had forgotten to cancel my day with Ash because I had totally forgotten about it.

I have always had better senses than the average she-wolf, and I guess it's because I have Alpha's blood in my veins, or at least, I think that's why, honestly? I don't know yet, Kayla has yet to let me in on that little secret.

***FLASHBACK***

Last Year:

'Kayla, what do you think?' I was standing in front of a small mirror, that was balanced on a cardboard box, assessing my outfit of the day. I was wearing a pair of black leggings and an old jumper, and my feet were bare. 'I think you have to change your jumper because a few scars are showing' she replied. I looked down, only to realize Kayla was right. The hole at the bottom in the front of the red jumper had gotten bigger over the last few months so it was now exposing my hip, and the sleeve had frayed even more, now showing my wrist. I had owned that jumper for three years at the time. My father had ripped it the previous year when I pissed him off.

Any normal clothing I do have, I can only wear when I'm alone. I'm not allowed to be seen in them because then I might look like an omega wolf instead of some slave that you don't pay any attention to when you pass them. 'Crap! okay, just give me a minute' I had said before walking briskly over to my old duffel bag of stolen scrappy clothes.

The options I had were bleak. There was never much to choose from and when I needed a pick me up or I'm feeling unwell, those are the days I'd wear one of my two newer tops. I pulled out a new long-sleeved t-shirt that I had stolen from a donation box and pulled it over my head. I stopped halfway to cough roughly. I covered my mouth with my hand, filling it with blood in the process. My chest was burning.

'Great just what I need, internal bleeding!' I told Kayla worriedly. Kayla just whimpered in response. She sounded concerned, which worried me. 'This is not what we need right now, we need rest and lots of fluids. Maybe we can sneak a few bottles of water, what do you think pup?' Kayla asked.

I was so distracted and lost in thought of Kayla's suggestion, I didn't sense Ash come into my shack. "Hey sweetie, I-" she stopped, staring at my scarred hip and blood-covered hand. I spun around so quickly I almost lost my balance. I hadn't put on the top correctly due to my coughing fit. I hurriedly pulled it down with my left hand while wiping the blood away from my mouth with my right.

I gave her a small smile that looked more like a grimace, trying to conceal her panic, when I turned back around. "DANI! sweetie how did you get that scar? and do not tell me it's a birthmark or some BS like that, because I have known you since you were a seven-year-old pup. The only birthmarks you have, are the little scar above your eyebrow and the small dark patch on your knee...and are you coughing up BLOOD!?!" She cried. I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands and take a breather. Inhale for a count of five, hold for a count of three and exhale for a count of six.

After calming down, I walked back into the room, looking down at my feet before sitting on my bed, letting out an audible sigh. "My father" I whispered painfully. Ash heard me with her strong hearing and stared at me, both shocked and angry, before growling in rage and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "How dare he? That bastard! I love you, Dani, please tell me what happened" she begged.