The Alphas REJECTED Assassin

Rejection Pays a Price

Chapter 1 *Nikolai POV*

“The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”  ― Katie McGarry,

 

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep wondering what the hell you did wrong in life to get you where you are today! I’ve been crying for the last five years since the day my father was brutally murder by filthy vampires. I live with my step father, my mother and my step brother. God, I wish there was a way out of this hellhole; I've been beaten and raped for the last two years by my step father and step brother; while my mother was away helping other packs and witch duties as a clan leader. No one knows how much I hate it here, one day when I have the courage to escape from this hellhole, I am going to prove to them that they were wrong about me.

To my step-father I am nothing but a worthless child who should’ve died with my father, deep down I know my mother still loves me, but she is too blind to see that her daughter is getting abused by the man she claims she loves. I feel so alone sometimes and I’m starting to think that the only thing that I got going for me is the fact that I cook and clean. Why did my ancestors do this to me? When my father died I only had my mother to raise me, but she remarried a pedophile, who is an alpha of the Blood Moon pack. He was fine with the fact that my mother and I was witches, but as time passed and people forgot about my father; my step father convinced his pack and my mom clan to hate me because they think I helped the vampires kill my father; just to see my mother suffer. What type of fuckery is that! My mother had a business trip this weekend and I knew what was to come when she left. The weekend came by faster than I expected; after my mother left to New York; I wondered what it would feel like to be in college free from parents and the supernatural world for a change and make friends that didn’t know my past.

Soon enough a big grin was plastered onto my face. While I lay in my bed contemplating whether to end my life, I wasn’t paying attention to the door, but I knew my step father and step brother was in the room; my senses jolted awake, feeling the hands of my step brother touching my face. I continued to lay there with my eyes closed refusing to look them in the eye when they demanded me to do so every night. I watched as they raped me for two years, but today I refused to watch and I wish that I would die a peaceful death away from these sick bastards. I was scared, so scared that I wish immediate death upon myself at this exact hour; they continued to rape me over and over again until I cried and I refused to let my tears fall. When they were finished they quietly slipped out of my room and I cried silently until I fell into a restless sleep.

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Monday morning came and I knew my mother would be back from her trip by now. Today was supposed to be a special day for me since I turned sixteen today and I’m supposed to find the one I’m destined to be with. What if my mate rejects me because I didn’t wait for her? Well technically my innocence was stolen away from me for the last two years. I made a promise to myself that today was going to be different no matter what happened today. I looked into my closet to see what I would wear today; finally after rummaging through my closet I found a black lace top, white skinny jeans and my combat boots. Normally, I wouldn’t wear anything like this, but fuck that today is my fucking birthday. I knew my stepbrother and step father was on their way to the pack house, but my mother should have called and wish me a happy birthday. Did she start to believe what others said about me? I can’t believe my own mother forgot my birthday. I got into my car heading towards school; I wish people would actually be nice to me today.