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I laid on the floor while they whipped my back with a silver whip. Even if I don't have a wolf, I am still a werewolf.

Pain is my bestfriend, the emptiness in my soul, heart and mind grows. It is too deep.

"Next time you will be up early, am I clear?"

I didn't answer. He is wicked , I didn't know he has this side of him , this is pure hatred.

"AM I CLEAR?" my brother Dylan yelled.

Using my remaining strength to talk loud for him to hear "yes Beta"

He grunted and left with future Alpha of Rosemoon pack, Derek.

This has been my morning routine everyday for 5 years. I couldn't shift at the age of 13 and my 'Family' rejected me . You see, In the werewolf society, young pups must shift at the age of 13. It is part of werewolf genes and I am the first being to not shift .

"You are an abomination

I can't believe I gave birth to you

You are a disgrace to our kind

Unwanted

Freak

I can't believe you are related to me"

I still hear their voices from that night speaking to me again, reminding of what I am and I didn't block it out this time.

I sighed and stood up to look around my room , that's if it is a room .

It is the storehouse behind the packhouse where supplies are kept in .

I limped to the broken glass mirror that my sister, stella threw on me because I didn't fold her laundry.

Blood surrounds me dripping from my back to the floor . I touched my right side where Dylan whipped more with my hands.

I didn't flinch from the pain. Throughout 5 years of abuse and torture , I don't feel anything , I blocked out my emotions when the pack wants to beat me or my 'family' punishes me .

it became an habit till the point when I don't need to do anything because my emotions were disappearing little by little, I cut my fingers with broken glass everyday to feel something but nothing, nothing at all .

I was and am a lifeless slave to this pack.

I am sure most werewolves who are abused will run away but the only thing keeping me here is my mate.

I am waiting for him to reject me. I know what mates are , Every werewolf blessed with a mate is lucky but I am not because it is Derek.

He doesn't know but I do. I knew from the age of 16. I was confused because I didn't have a wolf, yet I knew he was my mate .

He is dating stella and I am pretty sure he will mark her as his luna , every pack members expects them to become the future Alpha and Luna of the Rosemoon pack.

I look in the mirror, blank, dullless, lifeless, brown eyes that links me to my 'family'. Long black hair reaching the end of my back that I got from my 'father'. I am skinny with pale, bruised, battered skin that used to be full of life.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear stella screaming my name . "WHERE IS THE FREAK? SHE DIDN'T IRON MY SHIRT!"

I sighed to prepare myself for slaps and kicks from stella.