Beastly novel Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"Get up and go clear the dining table Ava. Everyone's done with breakfast." I jumped at the sound of the voice and looked at the cook through my long dead-looking red hair. It acted as a curtain but it did nothing to protect me from the harsh glare and eyes filled with disgust staring straight at me.

"Y-Yes Ma'am."

I hurriedly scrambled up from the floor that I was scrubbing, thanking God that I didn't fall back on my face. I turned and placed the sponge in the sink, rinsing in record time. I turned back to face her and bowed my head.

I walked out or more like ran out of the kitchen and towards the dining. The place as always was a mess since the people who occupied the house were a pack of animals, specifically werewolves. The pack had just had breakfast in the packhouse and I was as always left to clean up alone. I began to pick up plates and snuck some leftovers in my mouth since that was all I ever got to eat during the span of 24 hours. Pathetic, wasn't I? But hey, this was my life and as much as I loathed it and as pitiful as it was, I still wanted to continue breathing air and living and hoping that one day I would just be free. That's what my brother would have wanted.

Before my life got worse; sadly my life had always been bad, all I had was my big brother who I stayed in a foster home with. He died suddenly at the age of 13 when I was only 8 years old. But this happened 10 years ago and no matter how much I cried for someone to bring him back to me every night, I knew it was never going to happen. I would be turning 18 in two days and being excited is the least way to describe how I was feeling. I was practically ecstatic because I would find my mate and shift. I wouldn't be alone anymore and I would finally have someone who would hold onto me no matter what.

I had come into this pack as a foster kid. The foster home I was in was shutting down and I didn't have anywhere else to go, so my caretaker decided to bring me here. I can't exactly say I was welcomed with open arms. Everyone looked down on me, the dirty looking girl with ginger red hair and forest green eyes. I was malnourished, still am malnourished, skinny and the only thing I saw when they looked at me was disgust and as the years went by, they all began to have a reason to hate me. Not like I knew why they did. I was treated like a slave but I still went to school. However, the Alpha of the pack; Alpha Richard Harrison pulled me out when I was 14 and I officially became the pack's female dog. I became the female dog of the Blue Moon pack.

They treated me like trash, taunted me. Kept their children away from me. I had to sleep in the attic at the top of the packhouse. They pulled at my hair. Never could I or would I really call this place my home. Never. Because it wasn't. I had to wear run down clothes that were not-so-white anymore and I had a few other clothes that I had picked from the trash can.

But all these weren't the main reasons why I hated this place so much. There was one reason why I had ugly scars all over my body that did nothing but make my skin even more horrible than it was. One reason why I cried myself to sleep every night. One reason why I looked at myself in the mirror every morning and considered ending my pathetic life and that reason went by the name...

"What the hell are you doing?" I froze with the numerous plates in my hands and bowed my head in submission. The small bacon bit I chewed slowly went down my throat and I hoped and prayed and begged that he hadn't noticed.

"G-Good morning. A-Alpha Ha-Harrison." I squeaked

Well, he wasn't exactly the alpha yet. His father was but in two days' time, that would change. This.....man was going to become the next alpha right on my birthday.

I didn't dare look up at my nightmare and had to keep myself from crying there on the spot.

"I asked you a question." He said and I heard his voice even closer, indicating that he had moved towards me.

I whimpered.

"I'm c-clearing up A-Alpha." I said

"Then why might I ask was your mouth moving?" his voice was eerily calm and my breath got caught in my throat

I didn't know how to answer him. I couldn't say the truth and I couldn't tell a lie. My pulse quickened and I know he noticed, he never missed a thing.

"I-I-I..." I was suddenly caught off as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it. A yelp escaped me and caught off guard, my grip on the plates went loose and they crashed to the floor.

Tears sprang up in my eyes and my hands went up to clutch my head. It hurt so much. I felt as though he would rip it right from my head. My knees buckled together and the only sound that I could hear was my small whimpers and my erratic heartbeat. I waited for his next move as I could feel him watching me, his grey eyes staring into my very soul. He did nothing for a whole minute and I actually began to think he would have mercy on me, maybe he would let me off with a warning. But no, he wasn't merciful...

Because the next minute, he pushed me to the ground and my knees came in contact with the floor that was covered with broken pieces of plates. An ear-piercing scream filled the room and it took a while for me to realize that it was my own. The large pieces cut into the skin of my knees and I tried so desperately to stand up but he just put more pressure on me as he pressed me down from my head.

I felt the pieces go through my muscles. I felt the blood start to gush out and pool at my feet. He pulled my hair back and I gasped as I saw his face over mine, calm, yet his eyes held a wicked promise and an emotion I was so familiar with; hatred.