The Alpha's Abused Mate

" Get up and try to look somewhat nice, you waste of space," says Alpha Dean. I just received my daily beating, how am I supposed to cover up my cuts and bruises. As if he read my mind Alpha Dean comes in and throws a bag of makeup at my face. I get up, being careful not to hurt my newly forming bruises, and get in the shower it automatically relaxes me. I put on a simple pink dress, braid my hair, and start working on my makeup. It was hard to say the least, but when I get done it doesn't look that bad. I walk in the ballroom just as I heard Alpha Dean say"Ladies you have been asked here today, because my friend Alpha Clayton is looking for his mate," whispers spread around the ballroom," so stand in line, and let the search begin." My wolf, Elle has been on edge lately, which is surprising because she usually rarely speaks, due to the lack of food. When Alpha Clayton walks in, it was like the world stopped. He was so fine, he had chocolate brown skin, straight white teeth, chiseled face, and an 8 pac you could see through his shirt. Man, whoever gets him as a mate is lucky. Each time he would pass by one of the women they would cry out or just walk away trying to hold in tears. As he kept getting closer to where I was standing, he stopped at the women next to me. A wave of disappointment hit me, just as I was about to walk away. Someone grabbed my arm and said the words I thought id never hear, "Mine".