The Alpha novel Chapter 3

The next morning, I sat naked on the ground in the bathroom. It didn’t have much, a toilet, a very small shower that didn’t work half the time, a small sink and a dirty mirror. I had no more tears to cry at the moment.

I was worn out. I was tired. Tired of being abused, of being pushed around, of being someone’s punching bag, of waking up to deal with this, of living here.

With the strength I could muster up, I hauled myself up to look in the mirror. I hated what stared back at me. This girl had dull lifeless brown eyes. Dead brown hair that went to her waist. Scars that littered her body more than the trash that’s littering the ocean. Ugly hip bones and ribs are prominent from the lack of food she got, she ate about two times a week, maybe three if she was lucky, even if it was three she would be puking it up within minutes, only made possible by her beatings.

A frame that was too small, barely had any curves. A collarbone that is too defined. Grim eye-bags. Her body had too many scars to find it attractive. Her breasts are bruised from being groped too aggressively. Her skin was a deathly pale from never being out in the sun. Her knees had bruises from always being forced on them. She looked revolting.

When I looked back up at my face, tears were coming down. Stupid silent tears. With those thoughts in my head, I reached for my razor blade. I’ve done this a million times, nothing I’m not used to. I lined the blade on my wrist and applied pressure, pulling down vertically. It pierced my skin and I let out a shaky breath. After the cut was made a small wave of satisfaction came over me. I kept cutting and cutting.

'You’ll never be worth anything.'

'Slut.'

'You could never make anyone happy.'

The sobs came out of my mouth in silence. I continued slicing until I was satisfied.

...As satisfied as I could be...

I washed off my arms, and wrapped them, then threw on clothes so that Alpha Chris doesn’t see them. Even though my beatings are terrible, it will be ten thousand times worse if he found out I continued to do it behind his back. One time he caught me in the act when I was fifteen. He told me that ‘I wasn’t good enough to be able to injure myself’. It didn’t make much sense and it still doesn’t. I guess only he wants to harm me, but everyone else does it, so he’s not that special. And he knows that.

“Slut!” Alpha Chris yelled. I flinched and braced myself as I walked to his office and proceeded to knock on Alpha’s office door.

“Come in, bitch!”. I flinched again, then I opened the door and looked at my feet. “Listen here my dear, dear mate,” he said as he stood and wrapped his arm around my body while the other grabbed my breast, causing me to flinch, “our Regional Alpha Derek is coming to check on us in two hours. You dear,” he squeezed my boob harder and I whimpered, “better have this house fucking spotless and get yourself prettied up. Also, make food, and if it’s anything like that shit you made last night, you can’t even imagine what I’ll do to you once he leaves. Understood?” I nodded and that didn’t make him happy. “Understood!” He yelled as he yanked back my head. I gasped at the pain.

“Y-yes A-alpha,” I whispered, cringing at my stutter. I always stuttered, I hated it.

“Good. Come here,” He murmured. I walked to his side as he instructed, and in a soft voice said, “my precious mate, give your Alpha a kiss.” His hand went up to my neck and brought it down to his lips. He softly pressed his lips against mine.

He’s done this act multiple times through-out my years here, don’t be fooled. He was kissing me softly, and moaned a little against my still lips, and then turned rough. Shocker. He yanked me off his lips and stood up. He looked down at me and I looked at my feet.

“Go get fucking ready slut,” He growled out as his hand came down and smacked me to the ground. I quickly nodded as I scrambled off the floor and out of his office.

Two hours later, I had cooked mashed potatoes, green beans, and meatloaf. I was practically praying that it turned out good, but either way, tonight Alpha Chris was going to have his way with me, whether it’d be solely violence or rape.

I was surprised I was able to make it all with the constant stomach pains I kept having, it was like a nervous pain that would shoot through me every five minutes. I set the table and started to fill the plates when I heard voices.

“Alpha, were you pleased with the pack?” I heard Alpha Chris ask the visitor. As I was going to finish the last plate my stomach pain shot up to the fullest and almost had me double over. I gasped as tears started to form in my eyes, and bent over slightly to ease the pain. It didn’t work.