11/05/2025
Penname: Chidot
10/05/2025
Daniella’s Point of View
Liam is my mate. But I wasn’t his.
The thought had carved itself into my mind like a wound that refused to heal, raw and stinging no matter how many years passed. Ten years. Ten years of loving him in silence, enduring his indifference and callousness. Ten years of my heart beating for a man who would never truly be mine, of chasing shadows, holding onto fleeting moments, and pretending it didn't hurt every time I saw him smile at someone else.
After a stroke of faith, I got a job as Liam's secretary, and for seven years, I became a shadow at his side, his ever-loyal secretary, his secret lover when he felt like it.
**************
The morning air was crisp as I stepped into the Garvalle Holdings towering headquarters, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The receptionist gave me a quick, pitying glance—an expression I had grown used to. They all knew. Everyone in this building had seen how Liam treated me.
I tugged at the hem of my blouse and pressed the elevator button. The familiar burn of my mate mark pulsed faintly beneath my skin, a cruel reminder of what was and might never be.
The doors opened, and there stood Jessica Garvalle, Liam's sister. Her gaze raked over me like I was dirt on her designer shoes.
“Still here, Daniella?” she sneered, stepping into the elevator beside me. Her expensive perfume filled the confined space, suffocating and sharp. “I’d have thought by now even you would’ve realized you’re wasting your time.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Good morning, Jessica.”
She ignored me, leaning against the mirrored wall. “You know Matilda’s coming back, right? She’s the perfect match for my brother. Beautiful, accomplished, and from a real pack. Not some… half-blood without a wolf.”
Her words hit their mark, but I didn’t flinch. Years of enduring this treatment had taught me how to hide the cracks.
“I’m sure Alpha Liam’s decisions are his own,” I said quietly.
She laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “Oh, Daniella. Sweet, naive Daniella. You’ve only lasted this long because you’re convenient. But now that Matilda’s back, your little fantasy is over.”
The elevator dinged, and she swept out like a queen descending her throne. I followed, keeping my head down.
**************
The door to Liam’s office was slightly ajar. His deep voice rumbled from within, low and commanding, and then came a soft, feminine laugh.
I pushed the door open cautiously.
Liam sat behind his massive desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit that only emphasized the raw power he carried so effortlessly. His dark hair was slicked back, his piercing gray eyes lifting briefly to meet mine before returning to the papers in front of him.
“You’re late, Daniella,” he said without looking up.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” I murmured, setting the reports down. He hated it when I called him that in private, but I couldn’t stop myself. Calling him by his name felt too intimate, too presumptuous.
“You’re always sorry,” he muttered, almost to himself.
I bit my lip, swallowing the retort that bubbled up. I’d learned long ago that talking back only made things worse.
Matilda’s smile widened. “Oh, is this your secretary? I’ve heard so much about you.” Her voice was syrupy sweet, but her gaze was sharp, predatory.
“Yes, this is Daniella,” Liam said, already dismissing me with a wave of his hand. “She’s competent enough.”
Competent enough.
I clenched my fists at my sides, swallowing the bitter lump rising in my throat. This was the man I loved. The man I had sacrificed everything for. And yet, here he was, effortlessly crushing me with his words.
For a brief moment, my gaze drifted to the scar along his jawline, a faint reminder of the night that changed everything—or nothing, depending on how you looked at it. Three years after I got a job as his secretary, he’d been injured during a rogue attack, and I’d stayed by his side. Someone had switched his painkillers with something stronger, something that dulled his sharp mind and lowered his defenses.
That was the first time Liam touched me like I was more than just his secretary. He reached for me, his touch burning against my skin, and I foolishly, selfishly let him. His lips had crashed against mine, a desperate, frenzied kiss that left me breathless. For the first time, I felt the mate bond sear through me, an undeniable resonance that confirmed what I had always suspected.
He was mine.
But when he woke up, it was as though the night had never happened. “What are you doing here?” he had demanded, his voice cold, his eyes devoid of any recognition of what we’d shared.
“I was—”
“Leave,” he interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut. “And whatever might have happened, best believe it would never repeat itself, Understood?”
I nodded, my heart breaking even as I clung to the memory of his lips on mine, his hands tangled in my hair, the way my soul had burned when our bodies connected. It wasn’t just physical—it was a resonance, a soul-deep recognition.
It was the moment I realized he was my mate.
I’d asked him then, trembling and desperate, "Do you feel it? The bond?"
His answer was a dagger to my soul. "I feel nothing."
The cruel truth was clearer than ever. Liam was my mate. But I wasn’t his.
I shook my head bringing myself back to the present. I forced a polite smile, even as my heart fluttered. “If there is nothing else, Alpha, I’ll return to my duties,” I said to avoid further humiliation from him
Liam didn’t even look at me. “Go.”
I turned on my heel and left, the sound of Matilda’s laughter following me down the hall.
**************
By the time I reached the quiet sanctuary of my small office, the tears were already threatening to spill. I sank into my chair, clutching my abdomen where a faint life stirred within me.
My child.
Liam’s child.
I had hoped, foolishly, that this might change things. That maybe, just maybe, he would see me as more than an afterthought.
I’d known for weeks now, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. What difference would it make? He wasn’t my mate. Not really.
I placed a protective hand over my stomach, tears blurring my vision. "Maybe you’ll be enough," I whispered to the life growing inside me. "Maybe he’ll stay for you."
As if I had not suffered enough, the intercom buzzed. Liam's deep voice resonated through the speaker. "Daniella, coffee. Now."
I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath, steadying my hands as I prepared the tray. My heart raced—not with excitement anymore, but with a dull, familiar ache.
Balancing the tray with two steaming cups, I nudged the door to his office open. Liam didn’t look up, engrossed in his call, his hand waving absently in acknowledgment of the coffee.
Matilda leaned closer, filling the space between us. "I just thought you should know," she whispered, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I’m Liams' true mate."
Chapter 2
Daniella’s POV
I stood frozen for what seemed like a lifetime before Matilda's syrupy voice filled the air.
“Ah, the coffee,” she purred. “How thoughtful.” her gaze never left me, her eyes glinted with something venomous beneath the veil of a practiced smile
I ignored her tone and placed the tray on the table beside her. My hand had barely left the cup when Matilda suddenly stood, her chair screeching backward. Her foot wobbled theatrically, and the next moment, her shriek pierced the air.
The tray tilted, spilling its contents. Most of the hot coffee splashed onto my leg, the searing pain making my breath catch.
But Matilda clutched her arm “Oh!” she yelped, stumbling into me, blinking rapidly as if on the verge of tears. “I know you don’t like me, but this is too much. Bullying me like this?” her eyes wide with feigned innocence.
My lips parted, words of protest bubbling up, but Liam’s head snapped up from his phone. His eyes zeroed in on Matilda’s reddened hand, and his face darkened.
“What the hell happened?” he demanded, standing swiftly.
“It… it was an accident,” Matilda said, her voice trembling just enough to seem sincere. “I… I think Daniella was upset and… well, it’s fine. I’m sure she didn’t mean to.”
“What the hell, Daniella?” he barked, striding over.
“That’s not what happened!” I protested, the pain in my leg sharp enough to bring tears to my eyes. “She stood up and—”
“Enough!” he snapped, silencing me. He turned his back to me, his focus entirely on Matilda. “Let me see,” he said, gently taking her hand.
I stood there, frozen, as he grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the tray and wrapped them in a napkin, pressing it to Matilda’s arm.
“Look at her arm!” he snapped, gesturing to Matilda’s barely reddened skin. “How could you be so careless?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the burn on my own leg throb. “It was an accident. She—”
“Does it hurt?” he asked her, his tone gentle in a way he’d never used with me.
“A little,” she murmured, casting me a sidelong glance. “But I’ll be fine. Just… please, don’t be too hard on her. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.”
“I disagree with you,” Liam said grimly, his thumb grazing her wrist in what looked like an intimate gesture. He finally turned to me, his eyes blazing. “How could you be so careless? Is this how you conduct yourself in a professional setting?”
The words struck harder than they should have. “I wasn’t careless,” I said, my voice trembling with suppressed anger and humiliation. “She—”
“Apologize,” he said, cutting me off.
The room spun for a moment, the pain in my leg nearly eclipsed by the ache in my chest. I opened my mouth to argue, to explain, but the look on his face—impatient, dismissive—silenced me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though my voice cracked on the words.
“Louder,” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, my voice breaking.
Matilda smiled triumphantly. She brushed her hand against Liam’s arm, a touch so casual it was intimate.
“It’s alright,” she said, magnanimous in her victory. “Thank you, Liam,” she said softly. “You always know how to make things better.”
‘I could never let any harm come to you,’ Liam smiled at her, making me nauseous in the process
‘I have to go now, my nail appointment is in thirty minutes, she stood and kissed Liam on his cheeks and waved at me in obvious triumph.
As soon as she left, and the door clicked shut behind her, for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of my uneven breathing.
“Why won’t you believe me?” The words spilled out before I could stop them.
Liam looked up, his expression hard.
“She tripped on purpose. She’s playing you, Liam.” I muttered
His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face. “Playing me? You think I’m blind?”
“I think you’re cruel,” I shot back, my voice breaking. “Cruel to me.”
He sighed, exasperated, and leaned back against his desk. “Daniella, don’t make this bigger than it is. You spilled the coffee. You apologized. End of story.”
“What am I to you?” The question came out in a whisper, but it hung heavy in the air. “For these past years… what have I been to you?
For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker there—remorse, regret, anything. But then his jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as if he found the question absurd. And then he spoke, his voice cold and clipped, like a knife slicing through the fragile hope I’d been clinging to for so long.
“You’re just my pleasure in bed, Daniella. A pass time, Nothing more.” he sneered
The words struck like a physical blow, the air knocked from my lungs. My hands clenched at my sides, the pain in my leg now dull compared to the ache that spread through my chest.
“That’s all I’ve ever been to you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He shrugged, turning back to his papers as if dismissing me entirely.
“I see,” I said finally, my voice shaking but steady enough to carry the shards of my dignity. I turned and walked out, each step a battle against the tears threatening to spill.
When I finally left his office, the tears came, hot and unchecked.
3
Daniella’s Point of View
The morning rain only dampened my spirit and made me want to stay in bed and nurse my wounds. My stomach churned, a deep, uneasy ache that hadn’t left me for days. I sat on the edge of the bed, debating whether to call in sick. I could barely stand the thought of facing Liam today—or his sister, Jessica, who always seemed to be lurking nearby.
But calling out wasn’t an option. Liam wouldn’t understand. He’d see it as a weakness, an inconvenience. The idea of his disapproval made my stomach twist even more. I couldn’t risk it. Not now. Not when I had so much to lose. It was at times like this that I yearned for a family, being an orphan and alone in this world had never been so gut-wrenching as it was lately, I feel lost, alone, and afraid.
When I arrived at the office, the air felt off, heavier than usual. Conversations stopped abruptly as I walked past, eyes darting away too quickly, as though they were caught red-handed. My instincts were alarmed, but I forced myself to brush it off.
By mid-morning, the tension had become unbearable. Whispers seemed to follow me everywhere, their undertone harsh and malicious. I could hear my name in their loud whispering, accompanied by quiet laughter or raised eyebrows. It was suffocating.
I found Anna, the intern I had trained, now elevated to an assistant and Jessica’s handpicked favorite in the break room, leaning against the counter with a smirk that made me uncomfortable. She was surrounded by a small group of colleagues, their faces alight with cruel curiosity.
“I mean, it’s no surprise, really,” Anna was saying, her voice loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. “She’s been obsessed with him since college. It’s pathetic throwing herself at him, pretending to be all professional just to get into his bed.”
The words hit me like a slap, leaving me rooted to the spot. My breath caught, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. The group noticed me then, their laughter faltering as I stepped forward.
“Anna,” I said, my voice sharper than I’d intended. “What are you talking about?”
She didn’t flinch. In fact, her smirk deepened, as though she’d been waiting for this moment. “Oh, Daniella. Didn’t think you’d overhear. But since you’re here—don’t you think it’s time to come clean? Everyone knows you only got this position because of Liam.”
The room fell silent. All eyes were on me, waiting for my response, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright glee.
“That’s a lie,” I said, my voice trembling but strong. “I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve earned. I didn’t
“Spare us the speech,” Anna interrupted, her tone dripping with venom. “You’ve been riding his coattails since college, and now you’re using him to climb higher. It’s embarrassing, really.”
I clenched my fists, willing myself not to let the tears in my eyes fall. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Anna’s laugh was sharp and cold. “Oh, but I do. Liam’s sister was kind enough to fill in the gaps. It all makes sense now—why he keeps you around despite your… obvious lack of talent.”
"That’s a lie,” I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.
Anna raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Is it? Funny how the truth can sound so much like a lie when it’s inconvenient, isn’t it?” She smirked and turned away, leaving me standing there, trembling with humiliation.
Jessica had outdone herself this time. She’d always been cold toward me, but this orchestrated attack was cruel even by her standards. She’d weaponized the office gossip mill, and it was working.
I retreated to the restroom, gripping the sink as I stared at my reflection. Each word had struck a nerve, and my mind was desperately trying to make sense of this attack on my integrity. I hadn’t approached Liam in college. I hadn’t plotted or schemed. I had been hired fairly, worked hard, and had only ever been guilty of loving a man who didn’t love me back.
My hands trembled, my chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. I had to stay strong—for myself, for the baby. But how could I fight back when the man I loved was at the center of it all?
The afternoon dragged on, and each hour that passed became more dreadful, my stomach twisted in knots, a sharp ache radiating through me. By mid-afternoon, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The pain wasn’t just emotional—it was physical, insistent, and worrying. I grabbed my bag and left for the hospital, ignoring the prying eyes of my colleagues.
**************
The doctor’s office smelled sterile, the faint tang of antiseptic stinging my nose. I sat on the examination table, clutching the fabric of my skirt as the doctor entered.
“Miss Thornhill,” he began, glancing at my chart. “You’re under a lot of stress, aren’t you?”
I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
“You need to prioritize rest and keep your emotions stable. Stress can be harmful, especially in your condition. I strongly advise against letting things escalate emotionally. Your health—and your baby’s health—depends on it, Stability is crucial right now.
Stability. The word felt like a cruel joke. How could I find stability when my entire existence revolved around a man who didn’t care about me? A man who saw me as nothing more than a convenience, a fleeting indulgence in the dead of night?
I thanked the doctor clutched the prescription papers and made my way toward the exit, as I stepped into the corridor, I froze. There, not ten feet away, was Liam. He stood tall, his broad shoulders tense as he leaned down toward Matilda. She clung to his arm, her laughter light and melodic. My breath hitched as I watched them, my heart breaking all over again.
Her hand brushed his chest, lingering longer than necessary, and he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned closer, whispering something that made her laugh again. My legs felt like lead, but I forced myself to stay hidden, clutching the wall for support.
The pain in my stomach intensified, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as the man I loved showered another woman with the tenderness he’d never given me all because of a coffee burn. That’s why they were here. A trivial injury that he treated like a matter of life and death, all while ignoring the inferno raging within me.
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. Not here. Not now. I thought of the life growing inside me, the fragile connection that had become my only life line.
For the first time in years, I found the courage to take a step toward the truth.
I couldn’t keep living like this—silently enduring the pain, pretending everything was fine. I had to tell him. About the baby, about everything, maybe just maybe things would become right between us.
I pulled out my phone and typed the words with trembling fingers
Liam, I’m pregnant. We need to talk.
I stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity before pressing send. The message was delivered, but there was no reply. I quickly went to the private ward specially reserved for the Alpha and his family and waited in hope.
The minutes dragged on, and the sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. Relief surged through me, only to be replaced by a cold wave of dread as I saw who stepped inside.
Matilda.
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Find your mate and live happily ever after they say.
Catching sight of her mate, Alpha Damien, Stephanie felt her heart leap into her throat, and not for good reasons too.
Truth be told, she cared about him probably more than she should, considering his horrendous ways with her... but he was her mate, and she was his Luna.
He treated her like crap, a mere possession to use and discard as he pleased.
"Here you are; of what use are you to me" He barked on reaching her
Stephanie is taken aback by his words, his temper not so much. She would never do right by him no matter how hard she tried.
"Did you need something? What can I get you?" Stephanie asked in a low voice, pushing away the hurt creeping into her heart
Alpha Damien hisses at her, his anger evident in the way he looks at her. He cursed softly at his father for insisting he get married to her. He had wanted another but his father and the moon goddess had other plans, now he had to settle for less.
Without another word, he started to walk away towards the direction he had come from. His giant strides echoing on the floor.
Stephanie hesitated briefly as she contemplated whether to follow him or remain. She knew he had a temper as venomous as a volcano, he would be angry if she did not follow him and she feared him greatly. He could be beastly at irrational moments and his temper was a source of great fear to her.
He expected her to know what he wanted of her even when he did not verbally express it.
Lifting her long dress, she followed him almost running to meet up with him.
He stopped in front of her room abruptly and waited.
Stephanie's heart sank, she understood what this meant.
The truth was that she had always loved Alpha Damien even before she found out he was her mate. She loved his luminous blue eyes and firm jaws, he had a body that could be likened to that of a god. But mostly she loved him for him and not for his title as Alpha or his general look.
However, Alpha Damien had never looked at her or longed for her the way she had always done.
When he touched her, it felt lifeless devoid of passion.
Being an Orphan, she never expected to be mated to anyone of higher rank, much more Alpha Damien. What a shock she felt on the night of the moon ball when she heard her wolf scream mate she turned and her eyes found and met that of Alpha Damien. She had felt an excitement bubble within her which was immediately shut down when he scowled at her and walked out of the ball hand in hand with his girlfriend Ava, the most beautiful girl in the pack.
Stephanie had always looked forward to the day she would find her mate, she was sure it would be the happiest day in her life but she was shocked by Alpha Damien's behavior.
She had heard stories of how mated pairs reacted to each other the first time their wolves recognised their mates, so she had waited expectantly that he would grab her and plant a kiss on her lips and they would live happily ever after.
Maybe he was shocked and did not know how to react-she concluded. How relieved she was when he sent for her a few days later, but he had a huge frown on his face when she arrived and for an instant, she feared he was going to reject her.
However, he asked her to marry him even though it was more of a command than a proposal.
They were married the next day.
The night of the wedding she waited for him but he never came. He came in drunk the next morning, he had the smell of a man who got a lot of s*x.
Stephanie did not utter a word, she helped him out of his clothes and brought him a cup of strong coffee and some snacks. She had hoped for an apology when the alcohol wore off but she got nothing rather he pretended she was not there.
Stephanie could not bear it any longer after being ignored for some days.
"I…I…" She stuttered before continuing "Why are you ignoring me" she asked
He looked at her his face unreadable. "This…This marriage is a sham, so don't get ideas into your head or feel you matter to me because you don't."
"But I am your mate." Stephanie said feeling a bit bolder even though she was nervous
"I never asked for this, and that mate bond means nothing to me." He rose from the bed. "I will be staying in the other room from now on, you can have this room." He said and walked out of the room.
"Stop staring at the k**b, you moron. Open the damn door will you." He shouted, making Stephanie jump and get out of her reverie.
She quickly opens the door and steps in, Alpha Damien follows from behind. He had a presence that made it look like he filled up the room.
"Strip." He barks at her and Stephanie draws back. She hated the way he came to her for s*x, this was not supposed to be the norm but yet.
"But Alpha, I am not too well" She stutters
He swears at her "You dare to refuse me. You know why I married you woman." He says in a low voice his menacing eyes locking with hers "Know your place or contend with my wrath."
Stephanie blinked back the tears, it never solved anything. Sometimes she wondered why the moon goddess cursed her with a mate like Alpha Damien.
It was almost a year since they married, she had yearned for him, wanted his look of approval and acknowledgment. But that never happened. Instead each day became worse with his demeaning words and attitude.
"Strip or I'll help you." He challenges her, his eyes darkening. The last time she delayed he had torn the clothes off her body injuring her in the process.
She begins to take off her clothes, as each layer of cloth falls, it feels as if she was stripped of her dignity. Soon she stood naked before him, for the briefest second she thought she saw desire cross his face.
“Bend over.”
Stephanie did as she was told, refusing to allow her mind to dwell on the humiliation she was feeling.
12/08/2023
Title; CHOSEN BY FATE; SECOND CHANCE MATES.
Genre; Werewolf, Romance, Betrayal, Fantasy.
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The novel Chosen by fate; second chance mates is a Werewolf, telling a story of In the wolf world, a sacred gathering brings packs together, but one enigmatic pack's absence sparks rumors. Amanda, on the verge of becoming Luna for Alpha William, is devastated when the ceremony is postponed due to hi...
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ABUSED
Zara's Pov
As I slowly rose from the floor where I had just experienced yet another beating at the hands of my family, every inch of my body ached. The familiar scent of blood filled the air, a reminder of the constant abuse I endured on a daily basis. My family took pleasure in causing me pain, their hatred for me surpassing anything I could comprehend. Every other day, new bruises would join the already existing ones, some more severe than others.
Despite the pain, I forced myself to make my way to the kitchen sink to continue with my never-ending list of chores. From dawn to dusk, I worked tirelessly, performing backbreaking tasks assigned to me by my father and brother. In addition to cooking and cleaning, I was also expected to do any odd job that needed to be done around the house, which doubled as my father's office. It was a never-ending cycle of labor and abuse.
As the daughter of the Alpha, I was treated worse than even the lowest-ranking omega in our pack. Even the slaves had a better life than I did. I was hated and despised, a nobody who was barely noticed by anyone. It was almost as if I didn't exist. It was no surprise to me that the other members of the pack treated me this way, given that my father and brother had brought this upon me.
While the other children and teenagers in our pack went to school and received an education, I was forced to stay at home and do menial labor. I remember asking my father if I could go to school, but he just laughed and mocked me, along with my elder brother. They called me names for even daring to ask for an education.
"You want to go to school?" my father asked between fits of laughter.
"Yes, Dad," I replied, barely eight years old at the time and desperate to join my peers at school. I watched as they left their homes with their bags slung over their shoulders, carrying small lunch boxes with them. The sound of the school bus was like music to my ears, and I would stand at the window in my basement room, watching the other kids and wondering why I couldn't be like them.
The basement had been my room since my mother died when I was five years old. Her death marked the beginning of my troubles, and my father and brother's attitudes toward me changed drastically. My father even accused me of causing my mother's death, of being a curse on him and my brother. The hurt I felt at hearing those words was compounded by the revulsion I saw in my brother's eyes. How could they believe that I was capable of murder? How could I have killed the person who meant the most to me?
"You think you deserve to go to school?" my father asked again, his voice bringing me back to the present. I watched as he approached me with a sympathetic smile on his face, I took his smile as a sign of pity for me, his daughter.
"Yes, Dad," I replied, looking up to meet his eyes. But the anger and fury I saw there made me quickly look down at my feet, knowing that this was not going to end well for me.
"Stop calling me 'Dad,' you brat," he snarled, before delivering a slap across my cheek.
I cried out and covered my stinging cheek with my hands. The tears flowed freely as I realized that this was the first time he had hit me. Until now, he had only abused me with his words, but now I was a punching bag for both my father and brother. They beat me whenever things didn't go their way or when someone else failed, taking out all their anger and frustration on me.
I was given scraps of food that barely kept me alive, despite my family having more than enough to feed everyone in the household. They seemed to take pleasure in denying me proper meals as if they wanted to see me suffer. I recall one instance where I was so hungry that I rummaged through the trash and found a half-eaten piece of pie. When my father discovered what I had done, he flew into a rage and beat me mercilessly. I lost consciousness and had to be rushed to the hospital.
For a while, things seemed to improve. I was given proper meals and treated with kindness. But as soon as I regained my strength, the abuse resumed. It went on like this for years, until my father passed away in his sleep. My brother took over as the head of the household and Alpha of the pack, but the mistreatment continued.
Although my brother William was not the most intelligent or graceful person, he had inherited the position of Alpha in our pack due to family tradition. I had always gotten along with him when we were younger, but things changed after the death of our mother. William’s cruelty towards me doubled after my father's death, he rationed my food and forced me to do chores for his disrespectful friends who also often mistreated me.
On the day of his girlfriend's birthday party, he insisted that I do all the cooking, refusing to give me money for groceries because he believed I would either keep some for myself or use it to buy food for myself. It was clear that he did not care about my well-being or value my contribution to the pack.
The party was scheduled to begin at 10:00 AM and I was expected to have a full meal ready by then. As the cook for a group of werewolves, this was no small task. I had to wake up earlier than usual and work tirelessly to prepare everything, despite being tired and hungry from my daily workload.
To sustain myself, I grabbed an apple from the grocery basket and retreated to my small room in the basement. There was no furniture in the room except for a cramped bed, a worn couch, and a mirror that used to belong to my mother.
I avoided looking at the mirror because of the sorry sight it reflected back at me. I was pale and thin, far from the healthy appearance I desired. Despite the abuse I suffered at the hands of my brother and his friends, I couldn't help but envy his girlfriend, Jenny. She was beautiful and curvaceous, and I couldn't understand why she stayed with my brother, who was not only mean to me but also not very intelligent. Perhaps being the alpha of the pack made up for his shortcomings in her eyes. Still, I couldn't help feeling that Jenny deserve my brother because in some ways she encouraged my brother's cruel behavior toward me.
I woke up to the sound of my name being called out. "Zara... Zara," I thought it was just a dream at first. But then I heard, "Zara, you useless bitch." My eyes flew open and I sat up in bed, realizing that I had overslept. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed one of the two gowns I had laid out, and put it on over my underwear. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and prepared to leave the room.
As I made my way toward the door, my brother walked in. His blond, wavy hair was disheveled and he looked angry, as was usual for him. I froze at the sight of him and took a step back as he approached me. His eyes looked clouded, most likely from a night of heavy drinking. I had never seen him drunk before, but the more he drank, the more violent he became. I silently prayed to the moon goddess for help.
"Please, Williams, stop," I begged, hoping he would leave me alone
"Stop what," Williams sneers at me.
I try to plead with him, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to oversleep. Please, Williams, forgive me if I have offended you in any way." The bruises and aches all over my body are a testament to the beatings I have received from him. I have not had a good night's sleep in a long time and I can barely stand upright due to the lack of food and constant abuse.
But Williams just shakes his head in disdain. "The mere fact that you're alive is an offense," he says, his words cutting deep.
Tears well up in my eyes as I realize that my own brother would rather see me dead. Despite knowing how much he hates me, it still hurts to hear him say it.
"What did I do to deserve this hatred?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite my racing heart.
"What did you do? You're asking me what you did?" Williams sneered, taking a step closer to me. "I want you to get your act together, Zara. You're a disgrace to this family. Can't you do anything right?"
I flinched at his words, feeling the sting of tears prick at my eyes."I'm sorry, Williams," I whispered, trying to placate him. "I'll try harder, I promise."
"Try harder? That's all you ever say, Zara. But it's never enough. You're always screwing up, always letting me down. Maybe it's time for you to leave this house and never come back."
I gasped at his words, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe he was saying this to me. I had always looked up to my brother, and had always wanted his approval. But now, it seemed like I would never have it.
His gaze roamed around my room until it landed on a pot of white daisies that I kept by the window. These flowers held a special place in my heart because they reminded me of my mother, who loved gardening and white daisies in particular. After she passed away, I made sure to take care of her plants, and the white daisies in particular flourished. Even though my brother and father often caused me pain, the sight of these flowers brought me comfort and helped me endure the hardships.
"What is this pot doing here?" William asked as he approached the window.
I hesitated before answering, "It's just some flowers I took from the garden. Mum's favorites."
William nodded and said, "Oh, I remember. These were her favorites."
For a moment, I hoped that William would remember that I was his little sister, the sister he used to love when we were children.
But my hopes were quickly dashed as he picked up the pot and smashed it on the ground before storming out of my room.
I bend down and carefully collect the flowers in my hands. Tears stream down my face as I see the destruction caused by my brother, Williams. He had ripped the flowers from their stems and left them scattered throughout the room
Determined to save them, I get down on my knees and begin picking up the flowers. But before I can do much more, I feel a sharp pain as my brother grabs my hair and yanks me back. I hadn't even heard him approach, I had been so focused on the flowers.
"Please stop!" I cry out, struggling to free my hair from his grip.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled at me. "Did you think your chores would just magically get done by themselves?"
He yanked me off my feet and dragged me towards the kitchen, still holding onto my hair. Once we reached the kitchen, he shoved me aside and I stumbled backward, hitting my back against the cabinet before collapsing to the floor. He began kicking me with his booted feet, targeting my ribs. I thought to myself that this was it, this was the day I would finally die.
After savagely beating me, his ego satisfied, he walked away. I tried to stand, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I needed to finish cooking before he returned, but the pain was too much. I huddled on the floor, trembling. Time passed until I heard my brother's friends enter the house. They were there for a party, and I was supposed to be preparing the food.
I mustered the strength to get up and go to the sink, running water to wash some vegetables and start cooking. But when I heard the laughter from the other room, something inside me snapped. I had nothing in this household that was mine. My parents were dead, and my brother and the other pack members hated me. Even the white daisies I kept to remember my mother had been taken from me. I had nothing, and I would be better off dead.
"Zara!" My brother yelled my name once more.
"Run!" Sienna, my wolf, communicated through our mind link."We have to get away now."
RUNNING AWAY
Zara’s pov
I turned to see Seth, my brother's Beta, standing in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I transformed into my wolf form. Despite being small due to being mistreated for a long time, I knew it would give me a better chance at escape. My brother, the Alpha, was much larger and stronger than me, but in my wolf form, I stood a chance of getting away from the place I called home, which was nothing more than a hellhole to me.
Seth tried to stop me, but I managed to dodge past him and run out of the community gates. It was starting to snow, and I knew the woods were dangerous, but I didn't care. I would rather face the unknown dangers of the forest than stay in the pack and be my brother's slave. My paws pounded against the ground as I ran as fast as I could, my heart racing with fear and determination.
I could hear the sound of something large and heavy panting behind me, and I knew it was my brother and his beta. My brother's voice appeared in my mind, telling me to stop or he would kill me if he caught up to me. But I didn't listen. I couldn't go back. I had to keep running, no matter what.
"Zara, come back here!" he yelled. "I promise to be kinder to you if you just stop running."
But I continued to run, with my brother chasing me and shouting insults at me. "I'll kill you when I catch you," he threatened.
I was terrified, but my wolf sienna urged me on and prevented my brother from accessing my mind. So I kept running, trying to escape my brother's wrath.
I was running for my life, my feet pounding against the snow-covered ground as I raced deeper into the woods. The snow was coming down heavily and a thick fog was settling around me, making it difficult to see. Despite the poor visibility, I kept moving forward, fueled by a sense of desperation. It wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath that I realized I no longer heard my brother behind me. Panic set in as I realized I had entered into a different werewolf territory.
The woods were eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The mist started to lift, and I could hear the sound of snapping twigs as if someone or something was approaching.
As I turned to face the source of the noise, I was confronted by three enormous wolves. The one in the middle was the largest of the three, it's head larger than my entire body. I knew instantly that it was the alpha of the pack, its piercing red eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.
As the wolves approached, my mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. I couldn't help but fear for my life, knowing that I was no match for these larger wolves. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back for every step they took toward me.
I couldn't bear the thought of dying at the hands of my own brother, but the alternative seemed just as grim. The bigger wolf continued to approach, and I found myself pressed against a tree with nowhere to go. I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to run. These wolves were larger than any I had ever seen, and I knew I didn't stand a chance against them.
As the big wolf stood in front of me, I lowered my head in submission, bracing myself for the end. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had been filled with cruelty by my own family, and I had never been given a chance in the family I was born into. All I could do was wait for the wolf to strike and end my suffering.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What is he doing?" I asked myself, trying to make sense of the situation. I reached out with my mind to Sienna, hoping to get some insight from my wolf, but she remained silent.
I lifted my head and was surprised to see that the wolf had transformed into a human, standing naked before me. In the wolf world, nudity wasn't a big deal, but I still felt self-conscious looking at him. All I wanted was for him to end my life quickly and painlessly, but instead of attacking me, he began stroking my fur gently. His hands felt good against my body, and I found myself relaxing under his touch.
But I couldn't allow myself to get too comfortable. I knew this couldn't be real, that he was probably just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before finally killing me. I had to snap out of it and stay alert.
As I tried to pull away from him, he held me close and whispered soothing words. "Don't be afraid, my name is Drake, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. You're safe here in my territory."
Despite his reassurances, I couldn't shake the fear that he was just pretending to be kind before he ultimately killed me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the end, hoping it would come quickly.
But instead of attacking, he continued to gently stroke my fur and repeat his promise that he wouldn't hurt me. I have never known a wolf, especially rogue wolf that trespassed another territory and were kept alive. Despite my doubts, I found myself feeling a little bit comforted by his presence.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Alpha Drake demanded.
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my situation. I had gone rogue, abandoning my former identity and any sense of belonging. The realization of what I had done and the rapid changes that had occurred in just a few minutes - from being my brother's slave to a rogue - hit me hard.
"I need you to transform into a human form now," Alpha Drake said, his tone conveying a mix of demand and request. I had no choice but to comply, though I couldn't tell if he intended to kill me in my human form or not.
As I shifted back into my human form, I collapsed onto the ground, too weak to stand. Alpha Drake's expression contorted with disgust as he looked at my naked body, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. The years of starvation and neglect were evident in my appearance, and I wondered if Alpha Drake thought I was even worth killing.
As he rose to his feet, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. I didn't know if he was going to kill me or just leave me there to die. But then, he did something that surprised me even more - he picked me up and started carrying me away, with the two other wolves following behind.
I was too weak to ask any questions or try to understand what was happening to me. All I could do was lay there in his arms, trying to hold on.
"What is your name, little one?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't form the words. I felt myself growing limper and limper until finally, everything went black. As I drifted off into unconsciousness, the only thought in my mind was: This must be heaven.
RUNNING AWAY
Zara’s pov
I turned to see Seth, my brother's Beta, standing in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I transformed into my wolf form. Despite being small due to being mistreated for a long time, I knew it would give me a better chance at escape. My brother, the Alpha, was much larger and stronger than me, but in my wolf form, I stood a chance of getting away from the place I called home, which was nothing more than a hellhole to me.
Seth tried to stop me, but I managed to dodge past him and run out of the community gates. It was starting to snow, and I knew the woods were dangerous, but I didn't care. I would rather face the unknown dangers of the forest than stay in the pack and be my brother's slave. My paws pounded against the ground as I ran as fast as I could, my heart racing with fear and determination.
I could hear the sound of something large and heavy panting behind me, and I knew it was my brother and his beta. My brother's voice appeared in my mind, telling me to stop or he would kill me if he caught up to me. But I didn't listen. I couldn't go back. I had to keep running, no matter what.
"Zara, come back here!" he yelled. "I promise to be kinder to you if you just stop running."
But I continued to run, with my brother chasing me and shouting insults at me. "I'll kill you when I catch you," he threatened.
I was terrified, but my wolf sienna urged me on and prevented my brother from accessing my mind. So I kept running, trying to escape my brother's wrath.
I was running for my life, my feet pounding against the snow-covered ground as I raced deeper into the woods. The snow was coming down heavily and a thick fog was settling around me, making it difficult to see. Despite the poor visibility, I kept moving forward, fueled by a sense of desperation. It wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath that I realized I no longer heard my brother behind me. Panic set in as I realized I had entered into a different werewolf territory.
The woods were eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The mist started to lift, and I could hear the sound of snapping twigs as if someone or something was approaching.
As I turned to face the source of the noise, I was confronted by three enormous wolves. The one in the middle was the largest of the three, it's head larger than my entire body. I knew instantly that it was the alpha of the pack, its piercing red eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.
As the wolves approached, my mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. I couldn't help but fear for my life, knowing that I was no match for these larger wolves. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back for every step they took toward me.
I couldn't bear the thought of dying at the hands of my own brother, but the alternative seemed just as grim. The bigger wolf continued to approach, and I found myself pressed against a tree with nowhere to go. I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to run. These wolves were larger than any I had ever seen, and I knew I didn't stand a chance against them.
As the big wolf stood in front of me, I lowered my head in submission, bracing myself for the end. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had been filled with cruelty by my own family, and I had never been given a chance in the family I was born into. All I could do was wait for the wolf to strike and end my suffering.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What is he doing?" I asked myself, trying to make sense of the situation. I reached out with my mind to Sienna, hoping to get some insight from my wolf, but she remained silent.
I lifted my head and was surprised to see that the wolf had transformed into a human, standing naked before me. In the wolf world, nudity wasn't a big deal, but I still felt self-conscious looking at him. All I wanted was for him to end my life quickly and painlessly, but instead of attacking me, he began stroking my fur gently. His hands felt good against my body, and I found myself relaxing under his touch.
But I couldn't allow myself to get too comfortable. I knew this couldn't be real, that he was probably just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before finally killing me. I had to snap out of it and stay alert.
As I tried to pull away from him, he held me close and whispered soothing words. "Don't be afraid, my name is Drake, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. You're safe here in my territory."
Despite his reassurances, I couldn't shake the fear that he was just pretending to be kind before he ultimately killed me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the end, hoping it would come quickly.
But instead of attacking, he continued to gently stroke my fur and repeat his promise that he wouldn't hurt me. I have never known a wolf, especially rogue wolf that trespassed another territory and were kept alive. Despite my doubts, I found myself feeling a little bit comforted by his presence.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Alpha Drake demanded.
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my situation. I had gone rogue, abandoning my former identity and any sense of belonging. The realization of what I had done and the rapid changes that had occurred in just a few minutes - from being my brother's slave to a rogue - hit me hard.
"I need you to transform into a human form now," Alpha Drake said, his tone conveying a mix of demand and request. I had no choice but to comply, though I couldn't tell if he intended to kill me in my human form or not.
As I shifted back into my human form, I collapsed onto the ground, too weak to stand. Alpha Drake's expression contorted with disgust as he looked at my naked body, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. The years of starvation and neglect were evident in my appearance, and I wondered if Alpha Drake thought I was even worth killing.
As he rose to his feet, I couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. I didn't know if he was going to kill me or just leave me there to die. But then, he did something that surprised me even more - he picked me up and started carrying me away, with the two other wolves following behind.
I was too weak to ask any questions or try to understand what was happening to me. All I could do was lay there in his arms, trying to hold on.
"What is your name, little one?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't form the words. I felt myself growing limper and limper until finally, everything went black. As I drifted off into unconsciousness, the only thought in my mind was: This must be heaven.
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The novel Saved by the Alpha is a Werewolf, telling a story of Zara always lived a life of fear and abuse at the hands of her alcoholic father and brother. She lived in an average pack, isolated from the rest of the werewolf community, and had no one to turn to for help. One night, after enduring ye...
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