01/07/2023
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ABUSED
Zara's Pov
As I slowly rose from the floor where I had just experienced yet another beating at the hands of my family, every inch of my body ached. The familiar scent of blood filled the air, a reminder of the constant abuse I endured on a daily basis. My family took pleasure in causing me pain, their hatred for me surpassing anything I could comprehend. Every other day, new bruises would join the already existing ones, some more severe than others.
Despite the pain, I forced myself to make my way to the kitchen sink to continue with my never-ending list of chores. From dawn to dusk, I worked tirelessly, performing backbreaking tasks assigned to me by my father and brother. In addition to cooking and cleaning, I was also expected to do any odd job that needed to be done around the house, which doubled as my father's office. It was a never-ending cycle of labor and abuse.
As the daughter of the Alpha, I was treated worse than even the lowest-ranking omega in our pack. Even the slaves had a better life than I did. I was hated and despised, a nobody who was barely noticed by anyone. It was almost as if I didn't exist. It was no surprise to me that the other members of the pack treated me this way, given that my father and brother had brought this upon me.
While the other children and teenagers in our pack went to school and received an education, I was forced to stay at home and do menial labor. I remember asking my father if I could go to school, but he just laughed and mocked me, along with my elder brother. They called me names for even daring to ask for an education.
"You want to go to school?" my father asked between fits of laughter.
"Yes, Dad," I replied, barely eight years old at the time and desperate to join my peers at school. I watched as they left their homes with their bags slung over their shoulders, carrying small lunch boxes with them. The sound of the school bus was like music to my ears, and I would stand at the window in my basement room, watching the other kids and wondering why I couldn't be like them.
The basement had been my room since my mother died when I was five years old. Her death marked the beginning of my troubles, and my father and brother's attitudes toward me changed drastically. My father even accused me of causing my mother's death, of being a curse on him and my brother. The hurt I felt at hearing those words was compounded by the revulsion I saw in my brother's eyes. How could they believe that I was capable of murder? How could I have killed the person who meant the most to me?
"You think you deserve to go to school?" my father asked again, his voice bringing me back to the present. I watched as he approached me with a sympathetic smile on his face, I took his smile as a sign of pity for me, his daughter.
"Yes, Dad," I replied, looking up to meet his eyes. But the anger and fury I saw there made me quickly look down at my feet, knowing that this was not going to end well for me.
"Stop calling me 'Dad,' you brat," he snarled, before delivering a slap across my cheek.
I cried out and covered my stinging cheek with my hands. The tears flowed freely as I realized that this was the first time he had hit me. Until now, he had only abused me with his words, but now I was a punching bag for both my father and brother. They beat me whenever things didn't go their way or when someone else failed, taking out all their anger and frustration on me.
I was given scraps of food that barely kept me alive, despite my family having more than enough to feed everyone in the household. They seemed to take pleasure in denying me proper meals as if they wanted to see me suffer. I recall one instance where I was so hungry that I rummaged through the trash and found a half-eaten piece of pie. When my father discovered what I had done, he flew into a rage and beat me mercilessly. I lost consciousness and had to be rushed to the hospital.
For a while, things seemed to improve. I was given proper meals and treated with kindness. But as soon as I regained my strength, the abuse resumed. It went on like this for years, until my father passed away in his sleep. My brother took over as the head of the household and Alpha of the pack, but the mistreatment continued.
Although my brother William was not the most intelligent or graceful person, he had inherited the position of Alpha in our pack due to family tradition. I had always gotten along with him when we were younger, but things changed after the death of our mother. William’s cruelty towards me doubled after my father's death, he rationed my food and forced me to do chores for his disrespectful friends who also often mistreated me.
On the day of his girlfriend's birthday party, he insisted that I do all the cooking, refusing to give me money for groceries because he believed I would either keep some for myself or use it to buy food for myself. It was clear that he did not care about my well-being or value my contribution to the pack.
The party was scheduled to begin at 10:00 AM and I was expected to have a full meal ready by then. As the cook for a group of werewolves, this was no small task. I had to wake up earlier than usual and work tirelessly to prepare everything, despite being tired and hungry from my daily workload.
To sustain myself, I grabbed an apple from the grocery basket and retreated to my small room in the basement. There was no furniture in the room except for a cramped bed, a worn couch, and a mirror that used to belong to my mother.
I avoided looking at the mirror because of the sorry sight it reflected back at me. I was pale and thin, far from the healthy appearance I desired. Despite the abuse I suffered at the hands of my brother and his friends, I couldn't help but envy his girlfriend, Jenny. She was beautiful and curvaceous, and I couldn't understand why she stayed with my brother, who was not only mean to me but also not very intelligent. Perhaps being the alpha of the pack made up for his shortcomings in her eyes. Still, I couldn't help feeling that Jenny deserve my brother because in some ways she encouraged my brother's cruel behavior toward me.
I woke up to the sound of my name being called out. "Zara... Zara," I thought it was just a dream at first. But then I heard, "Zara, you useless bitch." My eyes flew open and I sat up in bed, realizing that I had overslept. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed one of the two gowns I had laid out, and put it on over my underwear. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and prepared to leave the room.
As I made my way toward the door, my brother walked in. His blond, wavy hair was disheveled and he looked angry, as was usual for him. I froze at the sight of him and took a step back as he approached me. His eyes looked clouded, most likely from a night of heavy drinking. I had never seen him drunk before, but the more he drank, the more violent he became. I silently prayed to the moon goddess for help.
"Please, Williams, stop," I begged, hoping he would leave me alone
"Stop what," Williams sneers at me.
I try to plead with him, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to oversleep. Please, Williams, forgive me if I have offended you in any way." The bruises and aches all over my body are a testament to the beatings I have received from him. I have not had a good night's sleep in a long time and I can barely stand upright due to the lack of food and constant abuse.
But Williams just shakes his head in disdain. "The mere fact that you're alive is an offense," he says, his words cutting deep.
Tears well up in my eyes as I realize that my own brother would rather see me dead. Despite knowing how much he hates me, it still hurts to hear him say it.
"What did I do to deserve this hatred?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite my racing heart.
"What did you do? You're asking me what you did?" Williams sneered, taking a step closer to me. "I want you to get your act together, Zara. You're a disgrace to this family. Can't you do anything right?"
I flinched at his words, feeling the sting of tears prick at my eyes."I'm sorry, Williams," I whispered, trying to placate him. "I'll try harder, I promise."
"Try harder? That's all you ever say, Zara. But it's never enough. You're always screwing up, always letting me down. Maybe it's time for you to leave this house and never come back."
I gasped at his words, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe he was saying this to me. I had always looked up to my brother, and had always wanted his approval. But now, it seemed like I would never have it.
His gaze roamed around my room until it landed on a pot of white daisies that I kept by the window. These flowers held a special place in my heart because they reminded me of my mother, who loved gardening and white daisies in particular. After she passed away, I made sure to take care of her plants, and the white daisies in particular flourished. Even though my brother and father often caused me pain, the sight of these flowers brought me comfort and helped me endure the hardships.
"What is this pot doing here?" William asked as he approached the window.
I hesitated before answering, "It's just some flowers I took from the garden. Mum's favorites."
William nodded and said, "Oh, I remember. These were her favorites."
For a moment, I hoped that William would remember that I was his little sister, the sister he used to love when we were children.
But my hopes were quickly dashed as he picked up the pot and smashed it on the ground before storming out of my room.
I bend down and carefully collect the flowers in my hands. Tears stream down my face as I see the destruction caused by my brother, Williams. He had ripped the flowers from their stems and left them scattered throughout the room
Determined to save them, I get down on my knees and begin picking up the flowers. But before I can do much more, I feel a sharp pain as my brother grabs my hair and yanks me back. I hadn't even heard him approach, I had been so focused on the flowers.
"Please stop!" I cry out, struggling to free my hair from his grip.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled at me. "Did you think your chores would just magically get done by themselves?"
He yanked me off my feet and dragged me towards the kitchen, still holding onto my hair. Once we reached the kitchen, he shoved me aside and I stumbled backward, hitting my back against the cabinet before collapsing to the floor. He began kicking me with his booted feet, targeting my ribs. I thought to myself that this was it, this was the day I would finally die.
After savagely beating me, his ego satisfied, he walked away. I tried to stand, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I needed to finish cooking before he returned, but the pain was too much. I huddled on the floor, trembling. Time passed until I heard my brother's friends enter the house. They were there for a party, and I was supposed to be preparing the food.
I mustered the strength to get up and go to the sink, running water to wash some vegetables and start cooking. But when I heard the laughter from the other room, something inside me snapped. I had nothing in this household that was mine. My parents were dead, and my brother and the other pack members hated me. Even the white daisies I kept to remember my mother had been taken from me. I had nothing, and I would be better off dead.
"Zara!" My brother yelled my name once more.
"Run!" Sienna, my wolf, communicated through our mind link."We have to get away now."
RUNNING AWAY
Zara’s pov
I turned to see Seth, my brother's Beta, standing in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I transformed into my wolf form. Despite being small due to being mistreated for a long time, I knew it would give me a better chance at escape. My brother, the Alpha, was much larger and stronger than me, but in my wolf form, I stood a chance of getting away from the place I called home, which was nothing more than a hellhole to me.
Seth tried to stop me, but I managed to dodge past him and run out of the community gates. It was starting to snow, and I knew the woods were dangerous, but I didn't care. I would rather face the unknown dangers of the forest than stay in the pack and be my brother's slave. My paws pounded against the ground as I ran as fast as I could, my heart racing with fear and determination.
I could hear the sound of something large and heavy panting behind me, and I knew it was my brother and his beta. My brother's voice appeared in my mind, telling me to stop or he would kill me if he caught up to me. But I didn't listen. I couldn't go back. I had to keep running, no matter what.
"Zara, come back here!" he yelled. "I promise to be kinder to you if you just stop running."
But I continued to run, with my brother chasing me and shouting insults at me. "I'll kill you when I catch you," he threatened.
I was terrified, but my wolf sienna urged me on and prevented my brother from accessing my mind. So I kept running, trying to escape my brother's wrath.
I was running for my life, my feet pounding against the snow-covered ground as I raced deeper into the woods. The snow was coming down heavily and a thick fog was settling around me, making it difficult to see. Despite the poor visibility, I kept moving forward, fueled by a sense of desperation. It wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath that I realized I no longer heard my brother behind me. Panic set in as I realized I had entered into a different werewolf territory.
The woods were eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The mist started to lift, and I could hear the sound of snapping twigs as if someone or something was approaching.
As I turned to face the source of the noise, I was confronted by three enormous wolves. The one in the middle was the largest of the three, it's head larger than my entire body. I knew instantly that it was the alpha of the pack, its piercing red eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.
As the wolves approached, my mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. I couldn't help but fear for my life, knowing that I was no match for these larger wolves. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back for every step they took toward me.
I couldn't bear the thought of dying at the hands of my own brother, but the alternative seemed just as grim. The bigger wolf continued to approach, and I found myself pressed against a tree with nowhere to go. I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to run. These wolves were larger than any I had ever seen, and I knew I didn't stand a chance against them.
As the big wolf stood in front of me, I lowered my head in submission, bracing myself for the end. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had been filled with cruelty by my own family, and I had never been given a chance in the family I was born into. All I could do was wait for the wolf to strike and end my suffering.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What is he doing?" I asked myself, trying to make sense of the situation. I reached out with my mind to Sienna, hoping to get some insight from my wolf, but she remained silent.
I lifted my head and was surprised to see that the wolf had transformed into a human, standing naked before me. In the wolf world, nudity wasn't a big deal, but I still felt self-conscious looking at him. All I wanted was for him to end my life quickly and painlessly, but instead of attacking me, he began stroking my fur gently. His hands felt good against my body, and I found myself relaxing under his touch.
But I couldn't allow myself to get too comfortable. I knew this couldn't be real, that he was probably just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before finally killing me. I had to snap out of it and stay alert.
As I tried to pull away from him, he held me close and whispered soothing words. "Don't be afraid, my name is Drake, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. You're safe here in my territory."
Despite his reassurances, I couldn't shake the fear that he was just pretending to be kind before he ultimately killed me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the end, hoping it would come quickly.
But instead of attacking, he continued to gently stroke my fur and repeat his promise that he wouldn't hurt me. I have never known a wolf, especially rogue wolf that trespassed another territory and were kept alive. Despite my doubts, I found myself feeling a little bit comforted by his presence.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Alpha Drake demanded.
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my situation. I had gone rogue, abandoning my former identity and any sense of belonging. The realization of what I had done and the rapid changes that had occurred in just a few minutes - from being my brother's slave to a rogue - hit me hard.
"I need you to transform into a human form now," Alpha Drake said, his tone conveying a mix of demand and request. I had no choice but to comply, though I couldn't tell if he intended to kill me in my human form or not.
As I shifted back into my human form, I collapsed onto the ground, too weak to stand. Alpha Drake's expression contorted with disgust as he looked at my naked body, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. The years of starvation and neglect were evident in my appearance, and I wondered if Alpha Drake thought I was even worth killing.
As he rose to his feet, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. I didn't know if he was going to kill me or just leave me there to die. But then, he did something that surprised me even more - he picked me up and started carrying me away, with the two other wolves following behind.
I was too weak to ask any questions or try to understand what was happening to me. All I could do was lay there in his arms, trying to hold on.
"What is your name, little one?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't form the words. I felt myself growing limper and limper until finally, everything went black. As I drifted off into unconsciousness, the only thought in my mind was: This must be heaven.
RUNNING AWAY
Zara’s pov
I turned to see Seth, my brother's Beta, standing in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I transformed into my wolf form. Despite being small due to being mistreated for a long time, I knew it would give me a better chance at escape. My brother, the Alpha, was much larger and stronger than me, but in my wolf form, I stood a chance of getting away from the place I called home, which was nothing more than a hellhole to me.
Seth tried to stop me, but I managed to dodge past him and run out of the community gates. It was starting to snow, and I knew the woods were dangerous, but I didn't care. I would rather face the unknown dangers of the forest than stay in the pack and be my brother's slave. My paws pounded against the ground as I ran as fast as I could, my heart racing with fear and determination.
I could hear the sound of something large and heavy panting behind me, and I knew it was my brother and his beta. My brother's voice appeared in my mind, telling me to stop or he would kill me if he caught up to me. But I didn't listen. I couldn't go back. I had to keep running, no matter what.
"Zara, come back here!" he yelled. "I promise to be kinder to you if you just stop running."
But I continued to run, with my brother chasing me and shouting insults at me. "I'll kill you when I catch you," he threatened.
I was terrified, but my wolf sienna urged me on and prevented my brother from accessing my mind. So I kept running, trying to escape my brother's wrath.
I was running for my life, my feet pounding against the snow-covered ground as I raced deeper into the woods. The snow was coming down heavily and a thick fog was settling around me, making it difficult to see. Despite the poor visibility, I kept moving forward, fueled by a sense of desperation. It wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath that I realized I no longer heard my brother behind me. Panic set in as I realized I had entered into a different werewolf territory.
The woods were eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The mist started to lift, and I could hear the sound of snapping twigs as if someone or something was approaching.
As I turned to face the source of the noise, I was confronted by three enormous wolves. The one in the middle was the largest of the three, it's head larger than my entire body. I knew instantly that it was the alpha of the pack, its piercing red eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.
As the wolves approached, my mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. I couldn't help but fear for my life, knowing that I was no match for these larger wolves. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back for every step they took toward me.
I couldn't bear the thought of dying at the hands of my own brother, but the alternative seemed just as grim. The bigger wolf continued to approach, and I found myself pressed against a tree with nowhere to go. I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to run. These wolves were larger than any I had ever seen, and I knew I didn't stand a chance against them.
As the big wolf stood in front of me, I lowered my head in submission, bracing myself for the end. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had been filled with cruelty by my own family, and I had never been given a chance in the family I was born into. All I could do was wait for the wolf to strike and end my suffering.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What is he doing?" I asked myself, trying to make sense of the situation. I reached out with my mind to Sienna, hoping to get some insight from my wolf, but she remained silent.
I lifted my head and was surprised to see that the wolf had transformed into a human, standing naked before me. In the wolf world, nudity wasn't a big deal, but I still felt self-conscious looking at him. All I wanted was for him to end my life quickly and painlessly, but instead of attacking me, he began stroking my fur gently. His hands felt good against my body, and I found myself relaxing under his touch.
But I couldn't allow myself to get too comfortable. I knew this couldn't be real, that he was probably just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before finally killing me. I had to snap out of it and stay alert.
As I tried to pull away from him, he held me close and whispered soothing words. "Don't be afraid, my name is Drake, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. You're safe here in my territory."
Despite his reassurances, I couldn't shake the fear that he was just pretending to be kind before he ultimately killed me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the end, hoping it would come quickly.
But instead of attacking, he continued to gently stroke my fur and repeat his promise that he wouldn't hurt me. I have never known a wolf, especially rogue wolf that trespassed another territory and were kept alive. Despite my doubts, I found myself feeling a little bit comforted by his presence.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Alpha Drake demanded.
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my situation. I had gone rogue, abandoning my former identity and any sense of belonging. The realization of what I had done and the rapid changes that had occurred in just a few minutes - from being my brother's slave to a rogue - hit me hard.
"I need you to transform into a human form now," Alpha Drake said, his tone conveying a mix of demand and request. I had no choice but to comply, though I couldn't tell if he intended to kill me in my human form or not.
As I shifted back into my human form, I collapsed onto the ground, too weak to stand. Alpha Drake's expression contorted with disgust as he looked at my naked body, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. The years of starvation and neglect were evident in my appearance, and I wondered if Alpha Drake thought I was even worth killing.
As he rose to his feet, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. I didn't know if he was going to kill me or just leave me there to die. But then, he did something that surprised me even more - he picked me up and started carrying me away, with the two other wolves following behind.
I was too weak to ask any questions or try to understand what was happening to me. All I could do was lay there in his arms, trying to hold on.
"What is your name, little one?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't form the words. I felt myself growing limper and limper until finally, everything went black. As I drifted off into unconsciousness, the only thought in my mind was: This must be heaven.
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The novel Saved by the Alpha is a Werewolf, telling a story of Zara always lived a life of fear and abuse at the hands of her alcoholic father and brother. She lived in an average pack, isolated from the rest of the werewolf community, and had no one to turn to for help. One night, after enduring ye...
