I Broke Into The Alpha's House

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Summary

Was Abused. Now Protected. Will be Loved. She was running from her brother, into the woods then suddenly she found a big house and the lights were turned on. She didn't waste any second and opened the door to the house to see more than 20 males watching a football game. They turned to look at her, amused and alarmed. " Please help " -Stella is an 18-year-old teenager who was abused for more than eight years by her brother. Her real brother, he hit her whenever he felt like it, if he was in a good mood, then she's lucky because he would only punch her in the guts. He says that he has a reason for his abuse. -Julian Woods is the soon to be alpha of the Graymod pack, he's 20 years old and has been looking for his mate for about two years now.

Genre:
Fantasy / Romance
Author:
Nadine Abu Treef
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
44
Rating:
4.6 1344 reviews
Age Rating:
13+

Chapter 1

Stella (Edited Once)

I woke up to my brother’s yelling voice as per usual. Sadly, I got accustomed to his screams, but I would never get used to the abuse.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my aching body. I was too exhausted since I did not get enough sleep last night. I never do. I got out of my small bed, which was basically a mattress, and walked to the cramped bathroom at the end of the hall. When I finished my quick shower, I wore a casual black shirt that was the same color as my hair, my favorite old blue jeans, and my worn-out boots. I took a deep breath after returning to my room and was ready for the last day of high school. Nevertheless, I was mentally unprepared to end this stage of my life.

I got out of my room, and I walked towards the stairs as quietly as possible. I did not want to see Raymond first thing in the morning, yet I knew that it was useless to try and do so. It was an inevitable thing. I was eighteen, and by law, I could leave the house. The only obstacle was Raymond. His grip on me was too tight to free myself from it. The same grip that almost choked me to death multiple times, and I was afraid. I did try to run away on my eighteenth birthday. Still, Raymond was prepared. He predicted my escape plan and locked me in the attic for a week without water or food. I did not know how I survived for that long, yet I remember praying to die. I wanted to meet my parents again, and be at ease, living a tranquil life. I wanted to die, though I never thought of suicide. I would not end my life with my own hands; I would rather be killed than disappoint my parents. I was strong, but I did not know for how long.

I looked at the bottom of the stairs and saw Raymond waiting for me with a frown on his always constipated face. I hoped for the minimum punishment because I wanted to attend my last day of school with a decent look.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a cold tone and a glare, which made me wonder if he knew how to smile or how to even seem happy. His fierce green eyes were filled with hostility towards me, and my gray ones were filled with fear and dread.

“School,” I replied in a muffled tone while maintaining eye contact. He hated it when I avert my gaze from his, and I learned that the hard way.

He scoffed. “You will come home as fast as you can when school is over. I will have guests in the evening, so I want you to make a good dinner, understand?” he demanded.

“Yes, brother,” I answered instantly, and he returned to his room. It could have gone worse, he did not lay a hand on me. I ran from the house like my feet were on fire, in case he decided to change his mind. I saw my old bike parked near the side road, and a smile appeared on my face. It was a peaceful morning, and it had been years since I felt this refreshed. The chilly weather was perfect for me since my body was always warm. I loved this feeling, the cold breeze was like drinking a cold cup of water in summer.

I glanced at the children escorted by their loving parents to their school and sighed. I missed being this small, where my parents were still alive. They were the sun that guided me around. However, an unexpected plane crash extinguished the light from my life. I had Raymond by my side at first. He took good care of me, considering he was only a fourteen-year-old boy with no relatives to help. He loved me and showed me how a good older brother should be until he flipped. Everything turned upside down one day, and I did not know why he became abusive and cruel. I got loathed by him.

“Stella, stop!” I was knocked out from my thoughts by someone’s call. I focused back on the road and saw that I was about to crash into my school entrance. I swiftly slammed my hand on the breaks and completely stopped the bike with my legs’ aid. I was about to bump into my teacher because of my stupidity.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Ms. Rodriguez, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorr-” she cut off my babbling with a small tap on my arm.

“Stella, I am okay, you didn’t hit me. Are you okay, though?”

I smiled.” Yes, and good morning.”

“Good morning, dear. Ready for the last day?” she asked with a grin, and I chuckled. She was reasonably in desperate need of a vacation.

“No, I don’t want to finish high school. It’s my second home.” I genuinely admitted. If I were more precise, it was my first home because I did not view the house that Raymond and I lived in as a home. I could not say this out loud. No one knew what happened behind closed curtains, and I wanted to keep it that way. No one knew, not even my best friend, simply because I did not want to be a burden.

I looked around and saw Skye walking toward me with a smile. “Hey, Stella, excited?” she asked, her wide black eyes were dancing with excitement, and her brown hair was bouncing up and down since she was jumping. I adored her enthusiasm and wished to be this carefree one day.

“Good morning, Skye,” I greeted her with a hug, then headed to class. I was welcomed by other students and teachers as we walked through the hallways. I was not the popular student with an extraordinary look or excellent grades. I considered myself as good-looking, with good grades. I was merely known for being a good athlete, for winning the gold medal in sprinting and swimming in my first year of high school. I loved sports, it was the only activity I could practice without Raymond disapproving because it was within the school borders.

As soon as we entered the last music class, Joana, as he liked to be called, cleared his throat. “Good morning, fellas, please take your seat. We have some talking to do.”

“Are we in trouble?” Thomas, the class clown, asked. We laughed, and Jaona chuckled at his student’s spontaneous response.

“No, you are not. Unless there’s something I should know!” Joana remarked, and Thomas shook his head. “Okay then, let’s get to the point. Since it’s your last day here, I want every one of you, ladies and gentlemen, to discuss your thoughts about your future,” he announced, and most students groaned. It was a challenge to talk about ourselves, but I was excited to share my feelings with them since I rarely speak in class. As students took turns to talk, my mind drifted to Raymond’s words. He would be having guests, and I needed to think of an excellent meal to make. I did not want to disrespect them, as he put it, with burned food. I got the beating that got me to lose consciousness for hours once because the food was slightly overheated. He broke some of my rips and my index finger, plus, I had bruises on my stomach, which lasted for more than a month. I was a mess, and yet he refused to take me to the hospital, claiming that I would expose him.

“Stella, Stella,” Skye called as she touched my shoulder, where I got a punch from Raymond the other day. I almost winced but endured the pain and looked at her.

“Yes?”

“You’re up,” she pointed at Joana. I looked at him and saw that he waiting for me to stand up and talk.

“Oh yes, thanks,” I said.

“Stella, could you please share your thoughts or future plan with us?” he asked with a comforting smile.

I nodded. “Of course,” I turned my gaze to the rest of the class and smiled. “High school was great,” I began speaking, everyone was giving me their full attention, and it felt nice. “I truly like all teachers and students, they were amazing. Some treated me like a sister, and a friend, and some like a daughter, or even a granddaughter. I’m thankful that fate brought me to this school. Most of you, my dear friends, don’t love school. Heck, you even hate it!” they chuckled, and I beamed. “But I am grateful for it,” I said. It was my shelter from Raymond. “Joana, you are one of my favorite teachers, and everyone knows that your classes are incredible. You would always say that to have the rainbow, we have to love the rain. This phrase was my buddy throughout hard times, so thank you. As for my future plan, I will work hard to be the best ballerina ever. I used to practice this type of dance when I was little and stopped for a while. However, I am willing to pursue this dream. The universe is baking a great plan for all of us, so have faith and keep going.” I finished my short speech with tears in my eyes. Skye clapped with a gentle expression on her beautiful face, and everyone else followed suit.

I would miss feeling at home. Soon, I would return to the house forever.

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