Olivia
When you're like me, People forget you. They forget that you were born, they forget that you are part of their family, and they forget that you were brought into the world by them. I like to lay on my bed and daydream of the perfect family, where everyone was treated like they belonged. I know it's just a dream, but, it's nice to think of a time like that right? What's so wrong with wanting to feel wanted?
Well, In my pack, if you dream of a different life, or want something that you don't have. You get beat because you are seen as ungrateful. See, when you are a human in a werewolf pack it's never a good thing. They think of you as a slave. Not that you are half of what they are. They think you are weak, that you don't matter. I've seen other packs where the pack members treat humans like they are their own. I envy packs like that. Where it seems that everyone is treated equally.
Our Alpha, James Dumbell, thinks that people who are of a lower rank should treat higher ranks like they are a god or a queen. Where the high ranks treat the lower ranks like complete shit. We get kicked, beaten, or burned. We messed up because we served dinner cold. The little things we get beat for.
Now, I know what you might think. Higher ranks treat the higher ranks like royalty right? Wrong. James treats his mate like a sex toy. He passes her around to other pack members and they just treat her like shit. They use her. I can see the pain in her eyes when she looks at me. She treats the lower ranks with respect and even sometimes sneaks us some food. But when James finds out we all get beat for it.
I used to have a family. My mom, Alicia Williams, used to be so sweet to me. She would take me to the store to buy whatever I wanted because I was going to be the only child she could ever have. She would read me stories and tell me about Great Grandma. She would hold me when there was a storm and tell me she loved me with all her heart. But, that all was lost in the wind when we lost a bunch of money when my dad died. My dad was an Alpha of a pack and my mom couldn't find another mate to love the way she loved my dad.
After a few months, she found someone but she didn't love him. She just wanted to keep the pack going. Her husband was a guy named Alex Hunter. Alex didn't love my mom either. He completely ignored her when she was around. After Alex became the new Alpha he demanded more land. He fought with 5 big-sized packs and lost every single fight. We lost most of our pack members and after the 5th fight, we had only a small bit of land and only 200 members. My mom lost all hope in trying to save the pack. Alex convinced her that I was still a human at 15 and that I was not going to be a wolf by the time I was 16. He made her sell me for 3,000 dollars as a slave to Black Wood Pack.
That's how I ended up here as a slave in a big mansion with a little room and a lot of beatings. Once you get used to getting beat almost every day you don't feel the pain anymore. It's like second nature to you. It gets to a point where I don't care how much pain I feel. I can't feel it if I don't think about it. The more you think about a sore spot the more it's going to hurt. So, when I'm getting beat I think about what I'm going to cook for dinner. Or sometimes I think about what I might do when I get out of here.
I was on my bed when I heard heavy footsteps coming toward my cellar door. I walked over to the light I had on the ceiling and I pulled the tiny string that was attached to it. The cellar was dark in the corners and in the little circle that the light was shining in I could see my black and blue feet and my blanket. I stopped right where I was in the light and listened for whoever was coming. I didn't hear yelling, which was weird. Instead, I heard something being dragged toward the door.
"OLIVIA!" I heard a yell from my Alpha coming from upstairs and traveling down to the caller where I was.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT CLEAN THIS KITCHEN OR I WILL TAKE YOUR FOOD FROM YOU FOR A WEEK!"
That he's Beta, Triston. I heard the door open then there was a pause. Silent. 2 minutes went by, or 2 long seconds. I started to walk to the stair when I heard something being thrown down the stairs. It landed with a long thud on the ground a few feet from me.
I walked over to look at what it was and I screamed when I saw the blood on the white shirt. I rolled the person over and I screamed again as I looked at the wide-eyed girl laying on the ground in front of me. My hand flew to my mouth and I began to cry.
"REBECCA!" I screamed as I realized who it was. I started crying so much that I couldn't breathe. I crawled over to her and put her head on my lap. I stared at her bloody face for what seemed forever. I tried to wipe the blood off but was only successful in smearing it more. Her hair was a mess, someone had cut her hair in chunks. It was all choppy and uneven. Her face was all clawed up like someone had taken a rack and drawn it down her face.
There was blood all over her body. Her clothes were torn in intimate places. The pants were ripped near her inner thighs, and her stomach and breast areas were torn. Her eyes were open, and I could almost see their fear and terror.
I tried to carry her over to my sleeping area but I couldn't pick her up, so I pulled her over and set her head on the little washcloth that I used as a pillow. I took one look at her and I promised that I would not kill James for what he did to her. I was about to walk over the stairs when I remembered something that Rebeca had told me a couple of weeks ago.
"Why do you stay with him?" I asked her when we ordered to clean the kitchen after a party the night before. We were on our knees scrubbing a weird black spot on the floor. She didn't answer for a while and I started to wonder if she heard me. I looked over at her to see if she had heard me.
"Well, He's my mate and you can't find someone like that again." I was confused when she said this.
"What do you mean you can't find someone like that again," I asked then added. "You can't have two mates?" She laughed at this. I was very new at this, I had no idea that you couldn't have two mates. What if one dies? I had so many questions going through my head. As if on queue.
"If one mate dies you can find someone but it won't be a mate. You can never find someone that has the connection like mates do." She looked at me when she said this. I heard people walking over to the door.
It was James who came in next. "Hey baby," He said mockingly, not in a nice way. "Are you being good?" He walked over to us and grabbed her by her hair and lifted her to her feet. When she got up she looked away from him and into the sky. James saw this and got angry.
"Don't ignore me, bitch!" He yelled into her face and then slapped her. He slapped her so hard that her neck snapped to the side. He grabbed her face to make her look at him.
"I wish You weren't my mate." He said as he threw her to the ground. Rebecca collapsed against the floor and didn't dare get up. After James left I went over to Rebecca to look at where he had been hit.
"Are you okay?" I asked but I knew that she wasn't. She rolled over onto her side. When I looked at her eyes I felt broken. Her eyes were filled with sadness and fear. She had a big red spot on the left side of her face, and her hair was pulled up at the top where James had grabbed it. I reached out to touch her but she flinched away from my hand.
"I stay with him," She paused, "Because I love him." As she said this she closed her eyes and tears ran down her face. She winced when the wet tear ran on her sore face.
I was aghast at this. How does she still love him? How? He hits her and beats her and uses her, But she still loves him?
"I still love him, and if anyone tries to hurt him I will kill them." She got angry when she said this. I'm confused and lost. How can she still love him? This must have shown on my face because she added.
"I know he hits me, but he is still my mate." She hissed the words when she said them. I didn't say anything back to her because I knew that it would not come out right. I stared at the floor and scrubbed.
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How could anyone still love someone like that?
