"MUMMY MUMMY!" A little girl innocently said.
"Oui amour, What is it?" A woman in her mid-thirties answered her.
"LOOK LOOK, I painted a picture of our family!" The beaming little girl showed her the kid-like painting.
The woman smiled softly and kissed the little girl, probably her daughter.
"It looks so pretty mon amour, I'm sure papa will be happy, now how about you help me bake?"
"Yes of course mama, what are we baking?"
Pain spreads through my body as I was kicked to consciousness.
"WAKE UP YOU STUPID BITCH!" Another kick rested on my stomach.
"STUPID PUP GO AND PREPARE THE FOOD FOR THE PACK!"
The heartless alpha of my pack hit me a couple of times again before leaving me coughing blood.
I stood up and went to the bathroom and took a look at myself.
I was a mess. My long red hair was tangled. My green eyes were dull, freckles were fairly noticed and my skin was extremely pale due to the lack of sleep and food and a blue bruise was visible on my left cheek probably the result of the slapping I got yesterday...
Well, that's what you get for being a big mouth here.
My body was full of bruises and was extremely thin that my ribs were visible.
That would probably happen if you were in my shoes, parents murdered when you're 7? Abusive pack? Not even a tiny chance to have a decent life nor time to meet your mate? Although one of us would reject the other anyway; who'd want a mate like me anyway?
I remember when I was once baking with my mother she told me about having a mate and how each werewolf would have a one whom the moon goddess specifically chose for you; both of you are like a piece of puzzle and without each other, you aren't complete I know, I know cliché...
My name is Alexia and I've been the omega of my pack or more like the slave for almost 10 years now...Welcome to my life.
I quickly brushed my teeth and wore a pair of pants, shoes and a shirt.
I untangled my hair and put it in a messy bun and ran to the kitchen to avoid being a smart-ass when one of the pack members starts whining about their damn food.
I returned to my so-called room and let my body fall on the bed. I was extremely exhausted after doing the chores. Speaking of which, I probably got new bruises because of the few punches I got in the guts today...I'll pack my things and runaway tonight. I'm not going to live like that anymore.
The pack border is extremely weak because the pack warriors who are supposed to protect the borders at night are often drunk well they are always drunk but the beta is trying his best to avoid having rogues on our territory; the alpha would surely have his head off.
I only packed the necessary and after I made sure that the whole packhouse was asleep, I quietly got away to the pack woods, I quickly got off to the borders and cut the link with my pack, the alpha will probably send a search party soon; since he must have felt the link get cut.
I'm officially a rogue which is dangerous for me more than others. Nobody likes rogues as they are said that they were kicked out of their pack because of their actions, maybe they were rebelling against their alpha or lost their mate so they became crazy. They usually either become loners or live with other rogues as their pack or family or the last probability which is the scariest...Becoming savages and killing almost if not everything in front of them...I'm sure that not all of them have the same story for being a rogue. Well, at least I'm not...
I started running since it was so dangerous. I'm going to the north since it has lots of waterfalls and that'll help in hiding my scent so until I'm certain that I'm safe, I should stay low and with that, I took off running to the north.....
Whoever is reading, just know that this is the shortest chapter and I promise that he story's gonna get better from the next chapter so please do give it a shot!