Alpha's first love

I wake up at five in the morning, even before my alarm, because after all those years I am already used to it. My body knows what comes next and tries to protest old scars hurting, new wounds starting to bleed again, but if I choose to stay in bed, they will kill me. Some days I even fight back a part of me hoping they will end my suffering, but then I think about my father and all he sacrificed for me. If I die, they will turn their attention to him, and I fear he won't be able to take it. I get dressed in silence in the only pair of clothes I have and leave the shack I live in with my parents without waking them up. I cleaned the pack's house last night after everyone went to bed, but I'll probably have to do it again, since Carolina and her disgusting boyfriend woke up in the middle of the night and made a mess as usual. As expected, when I enter the kitchen there is flour mixed with honey on the floor and stains of ketchup on the table. I step on an egg and almost cry in frustration. I have to act like I don't care or they will do even worse next time. And even if I try to say something, who would listen? Carolina is the Beta's daughter. I am an outcast, a no one. I start cleaning up the mess and somehow I manage to do it just in time. As I throw the last trash bag, Anna comes into the kitchen. She is the Alpha's mate and from all the people, she is the nicest. "Did you just wake up, you lazy good for nothing? Maybe when you were a princess you never had to do anything, but here you are a work of charity, so you have to work to earn your existence. Now prepare breakfast and tomorrow I expect it to be already done when I wake up." She throws me a disgusted look before going into the dining room. That went well, I tell myself, and start making pancakes. I can hear her high heels hitting the floor before I can see her. "Good morning Your Majesty. Is breakfast ready?" The pitchy voice of Carolina almost makes my ears bleed. She always addresses me as Your Highness or Your Majesty, just to remind me of who I was and who I became. And I hate how much it hurts. "Not yet, Miss Carolina. I will get..." I try to answer but her hand full of rings hits me across the face with such force that I fall on the ground. I feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes, but I retain them. I learned this the hard way. If I cry, it won't end well for me. I get up, looking at her shoes. Never in her eyes. She made it pretty clear at our first meeting that I don't deserve to look the Beta's daughter in the eyes. I still have the scar. "If I don't get breakfast in five minutes I will make you sleep outside in the dog's house." Not like it would be the first time, I think to myself as I watch her high heels walking away. But just as I think I will have a second of peace to finish breakfast, I feel a hand on my waist. I have to bite my tongue not to throw up. Loky is the Alpha's fifth son so no one cares about him or what he is doing. His greatest achievement was to convince the Beta's daughter to go out with him. They probably get along because they are both evil and like to torture me just for fun. "Good morning, Princess. You look so lovely today." I feel his eyes wandering on my curves and I shiver in disgust. As much as they treat me like garbage, I can feel all the boy's eyes wandering after me as I pass by them all the time. I have silver long hair, golden eyes, and fair skin, signs of my royal blood. But what was a blessing when I was younger is a curse now. The girls, like they are not encouraged enough to humiliate me, hate me because of how I look. This is why I keep my hair dirty so no one is tempted to cut it off. "Loky, I am here!" I hear Carolina screaming from the dining room. Loky walks away but not before he winks at me, throwing one more look at my chest. Carolina will make my life a living hell today. More than usual. I finish making breakfast just in time. The Alpha just sat down at the huge table. "Slave." Yes, this is how he calls me. He used to kneel in front of my father and now he makes me kneel in front of him. My father helped him when his pack was attacked by rogues even though he was not part of the kingdom; so when he offered to take us in after we lost our home, we thought he is doing it due to gratitude, but we couldn't be more wrong. The first thing he did was to force my parents to swear on The Moon Goddess to never leave the shack he gave them. My father was about to refuse since he wanted to return and take his kingdom back, but he took one look at me, dirty, terrified, and shaking to my bones. He accepted the conditions, becoming a prisoner, hoping that will save his only daughter. I can not describe the pain in his eyes when he heard the Alpha declaring me a slave. "Yes, Alpha." I answer with a shaky voice as I kneel. "Tonight we will have a distinguished guest. The food shall be flawless." "Yes, Alpha." I answer a little happy on the inside. When we have parties for guests I can bring leftovers home to my parents without anyone noticing. Breakfast is over without any other incidents. Since I have to make food for the party tonight, I just bake some potatoes with meat for lunch. Of course, this does not sit well with Carolina. "You lazy piece of..." She starts but stops in the middle, looking at her father that eats quietly in the other corner of the table. "Fry me some bacon." She continues smiling, looking at one of her friends. She never smiles unless she has something planned so I shiver in fear, but I have no choice. I go and fry her some bacon. "Your Majesty, are you done?" She asks in a fake sweet voice as she comes into the kitchen followed by her friends. They all smile and look at me, expecting something. I step back in fear. Her best friend, Alyssa whispers something in her ear. "My friend's Alyssa's boyfriend says you have pretty skin. Rude of a slave to crave this type of attention from our pack warriors. I decided that it's my duty as Beta's daughter to teach you a lesson. So let's see how pretty your skin is after this." She laughs as she grabs the pan I used for her bacon and throws the hot oil at me. I scream in pain and all I can see before passing out is people laughing at my suffering.