The Alpha novel Chapter 2

I can’t feel anything. My body was numb. My eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling, and I blocked out the grunts of the man on top of me- violating me if that’s what it can even be considered because for the amount of time he’s done this act of sin, what could he possibly be violating? He’s raped me a countless amount of times over the past seven years.

I was knocked out of my trance when I heard his belt buckle and he looked back at me. I quickly averted my eyes, knowing it was disrespectful to look an Alpha in their eyes.

“You’re a good fuck mate, now get dressed,” he yanked me up by my hair, “and get downstair to fix dinner slut,” He finished by smacking me back down on the bed and leaving my room, the sound of the door slamming rang in my ears.

I huddled myself in a ball as I squeezed my eyes shut. I despise this place... After a few moments of battling my emotions, I decided to get dressed and do what was told of me before my actions caught up with me. I rummaged around for clothing and found some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, it had a few rips at the ends but it did its job.

Sneaking downstairs has become a habit. I hated having the monster find me because once he did…

I made small steps into the kitchen and started preparing food for the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. I like to think of myself as a decent cook, I could whip up decent meals. I was a better baker but I don’t get to do a lot of that. I started cooking dinner which consisted of steak, corn, and pasta.

They all came into the kitchen together being obnoxiously loud, I flinched in response due to impulse. They sat at the table and I filled their plates and set them in front of the men, starting with the Alpha and finishing at the Gamma. I went to walk away until the monster’s voice stopped me.

“Fuck toy! Get your ass over here!” I silently walked back cowering my head down keeping my eyes at my feet. Apparently, I was walking too slow because the brute thrashed out and grabbed my arm yanking me forward.

I stumbled and ended up falling on my knees on the side of his seat, keeping my head down, the tears already started streaming down my face. He moved his grip on my hair and yanked it back so my head shot up. I quickly averted my eyes.

“Tell me,” his grip got tighter and I whimpered, “what the fuck is this shit?” he belted and he snatched the plate and slammed it on the ground flying mere millimeters near my face, I flinched and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’ll give you something to fucking flinch at bitch,” and he yanked me up and slammed my face in the Beta’s plate. He tore me away after then pulled me up as he stood, “you fucking useless piece of shit!” He threw my body to the ground and landed a kick to my stomach. Immediately I curled up. The tears didn’t stop as he landed kick after kick. He stopped and I stayed curled in a ball, I heard his feet stomp back to the table, followed by the other chairs scooting back and the men standing up.

I made the mistake of looking up at him because the moment I moved my head I saw the other plates and food come crumbling down and I rapidly went back into the ball. One plate smacked me on my head and the other shattered in front of my face, the glass flying up and cutting me as I tightened the ball I was in. He grabbed my hair and smacked it against the tiled floor one last time before he spoke again.