Ava Hansley: The Werewolf King Mate

Life as a slave.

Ava.

“Slave!” Alpha shouts. Alpha Jerry summons me from the living room. Because of my refusal to become his mistress, the alpha, Luna, and everyone else has mistreated me in the pack. The mistreatment has escalated since I refused to submit to Jerry’s demands. I’ve been ignored, demeaned, and barred from participating in activities that other pack members are permitted to do. I’m sick of it.

In a flash, I run over to him, dropping what I am doing. I bow my head in fear as I enter the living room. Jerry stares at me, his eyes filled with anger. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I brace myself for his reaction. He takes a deep breath and then finally speaks. I’m afraid of being hurt by him again.

“My mate needs some food to eat. She is starving,” he screams in his alpha tone.

“Yes, Alpha,” I reply before bowing once more and making my way to the kitchen. I prepare some mouthwatering, tasty food, and in thirty minutes, the food is ready. I serve it and put it on a tray with a glass of juice beside it as I make my way back to the living room. In the midst of their hot s*x session, I just happened to walk in at the wrong time. They are kissing and are already in the middle of a heated s*x session with each other.

He growls angrily and loudly at me when he senses my presence. Instantly, he wraps his hand around my throat, choking me and making all the food I cook fall in the process. He becomes irritated, and I know I should not argue, protest, yell, or cry. Clearly, he is a monster. As a result of my rejection, he treats me like trash.

His behavior is a manifestation of his deep-seated anger and frustration with me, which is a direct result of me not giving him the attention and validation he craves. He uses physical and emotional intimidation to make me feel powerless, and he tries to control me through fear.

“How dare you walk on us like that?” he howled.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” I beg. “Please, forgive me.”

As he throws my body to the ground, he strikes me hard. Pain shoots through me as he keeps kicking my abdomen and whacking my beautiful face. I know I will have some broken ribs and a swollen face the next day.

“Bitch.”

He grabs me up again, choking my neck, and flings me hard again. Due to my lack of food and nutrient deprivation, I didn’t have enough strength and stamina to withstand the Alpha’s punch.

“Please. forgive me.”

I scream when he slams my body deep into the wall, making me cry out in nothing but pain. This is too much. My body has been through a lot of abuse, and I’m exhausted from trying to fight back. The pain is almost unbearable, and I find myself unable to move and unable to do anything but cry out in agony.

When Jerry’s satisfied with the beating, he gives me one last kick at my side. He then demands I should get to clean up the mess I made. If I do not, I will get another beating from him. He also asks me to make another meal for his Luna to eat.

“Be fast at it if you don’t want another beating, b***h,” he warns.

Jerry’s abuse is a way for him to have control over me and make sure I do as he commands. He knows that if I don’t clean up the mess or make a meal for Luna, he can punish me again, and that keeps me from questioning his authority.

I gradually attempt to get up, holding the kitchen counter for support. My body aches from the pain, and blood is coming out of my cuts. I heard giggles from the living room, and I know they are from Bekky, Jerry’s mate. I saw him holding her up to the stairs in a bridal style to continue with their fun.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I wish to have found my mate soon, someone who cares for me and loves me.

I carefully make my way to the living room. As soon as I clear all the places, I go to the kitchen to prepare another meal and deliver it to Alpha. I then returned to the kitchen to scrub the last bit of the floor. My hands are sore, my back aches, my neck aches, and my whole damn body aches.

My vision gets blurry now and then. My stomach growls, and my mouth is dry from the lack of water.

My life is horrible in the pack house. They make my life a living misery and make me live in the pack’s disastrous cellar alongside my roommate, rats, and cockroaches. They provide rags for me as cloth.

Anywhere is better than these dumps I have called home for the past two years. I am subjected to extreme physical, mental, and emotional abuse from the pack house members. I am denied food, water, and basic amenities. I am also subject to constant threats and verbal abuse. The conditions are unbearable.

When everyone else is asleep. I squirm into the nearby lake and take a quick shower.

I wish the water I bathe in could heal my hidden scars. Even if I have a wolf, she couldn’t heal my scars or my broken bones. As well as me, she is in a very difficult position. The Alpha and his pack members like to take their anger out on me. Whether it’s with a knife or with a punch, they usually target my abdomen.

I’m so exhausted. This is not how my parents treat their omegas. We are all treated equally.

I miss my parents. Uncontrollable tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe I’m not living with them anymore. I’m so lonely. I miss the warmth and safety of my family. I wish I could go back to the way things used to be. I miss the hugs and the feeling of love and security. I just want to be close to my family again, but I have lost everything. My parents are forever dead.