Her Name Is D

My Sister's A Bitch!

It finally registered that I had been slapped when my cheek stung.

I could feel the blood in my mouth sink into my tongue as I looked up.

It was my sister. Jasmine.

Her slightly dyed lavender hair was pulled into a ponytail.

She glared at me with her sharp yellow eyes.

Jasmine's wolf is by far the second biggest in the pack. The first is the future alpha's.

But not only was she big and strong. She was 'big' in other ways too. I could feel my stomach twist looking at her voluptuous milk carriers.

While mine looked like mosquito bites.😞

So all the boys came after. Her computer has taken many hard drives. 🍆

Not that it's bad. So what if she likes sex? It doesn't really bother me.

What bothers me is that because she sleeps with the Alpha's son she's all high and mighty.

I let out a cough as she kicked me hard in the gut.

Some of my saliva spilled out onto the carpet and I wrapped my arms around my belly.

I was wheezing hard and Jasmine just scoffed.

"When I call you come. You better remember that."

I nodded with my head still on the floor. It was grating against the carpet.

"Listen up lazy ass runt! The future Alpha's birthday is in six days. Which is when he'll formally claim his mate.

Which is me, obviously.

And when he'll inherit the Alpha title. So this whole place better be fucking spotless and it better stay that way when the party comes.

There's also gonna be food. Alpha left a list of the things you need to prepare. Be grateful.

Now clean up this shit you got all over the floor."

She meant my spit and blood.

"Then go make my fucking breakfast!"

I didn't have to cook for the whole pack. Thank the Goddess.

I only cook for my family. I think everyone was worried about me poisoning their food so I was ordered to cook for my family only.

I honestly thought about poisoning my uncle. I use that term loosely. But I'd be caught and probably executed.

Meanwhile, the rest of the pack's food is taken care of by staff.

Let me guess, you wanna ask?

If there's staff, why do you have to cater to the party?

Because the cooking staff needed a holiday. And also, they were human. So they might see some werewolf things that they shouldn't see.

So I have to do it.

Along with everything else.

I got up with my stomach burning.🤮

I began to walk weakly to the kitchen and tried to ignore my swelling cheek.
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I finished cooking and was now taking my relatives their meals.

It was the same as usual. My brothers spitting at me, pushing me, and hitting my head. My sisters and sister in law laughing at my brothers' and brothers' law's actions and pulling my hair.

My father and mother telling me that I should have been aborted. How useless I was, etc.

My nieces and nephews spitting their food at me, throwing their food at me, or trying to trip me.