The Twin Alphas' Bullied Valentine Heiress

VALENTINE My whole body shivered as I felt something cold make contact with my body. It hit my face, my chest, my arms, my stomach, and even my legs. It made me stiff, not just because I didn't see it coming, but also because the temperature almost made my body ice-cold. "Wake up, devil," a woman's voice in the same age as mine echoed in my ear. I know the owner of that voice. After all, she's one of my everyday tormentors. As I tried to open my eyes, another shivering cold water landed on my body. I can't help but curl into a ball as I tried to seek warmth — something that I haven't felt for a long time. Drops of water sneaked into my mouth, trespassing my throat until I choked. I coughed out loud, with my voice sounding like my lungs are going out of my chest. Even if my body is still quivering from the cold, I forced myself to get up from the wooden and creaky bed under me. "A little water would kill you now?" the same woman taunted me. I subtly looked in her direction, and I saw her holding a pail of water. The other women with her are holding the same thing. No wonder why I felt like drowning earlier. I coughed out the remaining water in my throat and tried to stand up. My whole body is still weak from the nonstop work I did yesterday, and it's still craving for rest, yet here I am, encountering my bullies early in the morning. "The alpha is looking for you," Chloe, the head of the maids working for the alpha spoke. "You must have done something bad again, devil. I'm sure that we will have a good time watching you receive lashes once again." I didn't respond. Instead, I just looked down while clutching the hem of the worn-out shirt I'm wearing. In this house, I have no voice. My words weigh nothing. Even the maids have more power than me. But it was not like this before. I was just a little girl when Alpha Jackson, the alpha of the Moonlight Claws Pack, found me inside their territory during Valentine's day. I was heavily wounded, with black and blue bruises all over my body. But for some reason, my face was left untouched. Alpha Jackson immediately noticed the strange mandala mark on my right upper arm. With my beautiful face paired with that mark and my sudden appearance on a special day, Alpha Jackson thought that I am a blessed child. He adopted me and considered me as his daughter. Even the luna, Luna Nicole, treated me as her offspring, saying that I am the daughter that she had been wishing to the Moon Goddess for a long time. I was their pampered princess. I was given everything that I need, from clothes to jewelry, toys, and food. I never lacked anything. Just one word for me and they would get on their knees just to make it happen. The alpha and luna treasured me so much that they promised that I would marry their son, Jared, once I came into legal age. That was one of the greatest gifts they promised to me. Jared was my companion, my friend, and my special someone. We practically grew up together, and everyone thought that we were destined. Of course, we also thought the same thing. We acted like boyfriend and girlfriend, making out with each other from time to time. We expressed each other's love by those actions, but we never went to the point of making love. Aside from Jared, the alpha, and the luna, my best friend Angel was also one of the people I treasured the most. She was my ride or die, my twin, my other half. We were inseparable, and I trusted her with my whole life. "That child is a blessing from the Moon Goddess. She will unlock her special abilities once she turns eighteen," those were Alpha Jackson's and Luna Nicole's words every time a member of the pack would ask who I am and what my mandala mark means. For them, I am a gift and that my mandala mark is the sign of my hidden powers. That's why during my assumed eighteenth birthday, everyone's eyes were on me, as they were waiting for me to have my wolf and show my powers. But it never happened. They were disappointed. Not just that, but they also felt that I fooled them. From being their pampered princess, I became a scarred slave. Their love and respect for me vanished, replaced with only hatred. "She's a cursed woman!" Luna Nicole accused me after my eighteenth birthday. She was fuming mad while pointing at me firmly, with her eyes glaring like I am a sort of demon. "She brought bad luck to our family," she insisted, which was immediately agreed to by the other members of the pack. "I gained a lot of weight since she arrived at our pack. I'm sure that she cast a spell on me to make me ugly. Child of the devil!" "Luna's right!" the other pack members shouted while looking at me like an evil witch. Just from their stares, I'm sure that they want to burn me to death. "Our business went down since she came here. My wife can't bear pups anymore since that day. She's cursing our pack!" "Devil!" they screamed from the top of their lungs while various things were being thrown at me. Until now, I can still feel the pain of that day. It was carved on my soul, and even hitting my head won't make me forget that memory. Seven years had passed, and the treatment I received got worse and worse every single day. I just got used to it. I don't have anywhere to go. I don't know anyone from the other pack, and I'm sure they will also make me suffer because of this stupid mark and me being wolfless. I can't go and join the humans. I know I won't be able to survive outside. Being a rogue is not in the options, too. In the end, I was stuck in this painful life. I don't have any hope left in me. I would die in this place, either because of illness or bullying. Dying because of old age would be a luxury for me. "Wipe that floor and make sure that it's dry before you leave," Chloe ordered before throwing a piece of used and smelly rag at my face. The other maids laughed out loud the moment it hit me. I didn't respond and just picked up the rag. I turned my attention to the floor I'm cleaning. It's my only way to escape their killing gazes and to have a temporary fantasy that I am not being bullied. Things got quiet afterwards, and I thought that they are going to leave me alone. However, a sharp pain jolted my body as someone stomped on my head. "Ah!" I screamed in pain before my face kissed the ground. I can't breathe properly, and I felt like my nose is going to break. The maids' laughter echoed in my ear. I don't know whose foot is stomping on me, but I'm sure that they are having a good time making me suffer, like always. "I think your face is a better cleaning tool than that rag," Chloe spoke before I felt the force on my head become stronger. Without a warning, my face was forced to move forward and backward, then side to side. I was being treated as a rag. At least, the rag was still treated with care because of its expensive material, unlike me. "Stop," my muffled voice tried to come out as they continued to use my face to wipe the floor. I can already inhale the water, and some dirt had already entered my eye. My skin felt so rough, and the burning sensation from the friction is already hurting me. It went on for a long time. When the foot let go of my feet, it stomped on me one last time before I heard their footsteps walking away with their fading laughter. I was left alone, laying on my stomach while crying silently. I don't even know which is the water and which is my tears. Everything hurts. My face, my head, and most importantly, my heart. But just like the other days, I would just shrug it off. I can't fight them anyway, and doing that is just a waste of time and energy. I know that I will end up the loser, and I will be hurt worse than this. "Alpha, the head maid said that you are looking for me," I greeted with my head hanging low as I reached Alpha Jackson's office. He didn't look at me. His eyes were just focused on the book in front of him. "I heard a lot of students in your university complaining about you," he spoke, his baritone voice reverberating to the four walls of the room. I didn't answer. I have no idea what they are complaining about. I'm practically invisible in the university. I did the group projects alone, I ate alone, and I never spoke to anyone. "They don't want your presence in the university. Even the teachers and professors said that you are the cause of all the negative events in that place," he continued before throwing a piece of paper towards me. My eyes read the title of the paper, and I was not surprised to see the contents of it. However, a part of me wanted to disagree. I know that I am not the reason for all unfortunate things in the university. They just want to blame me because I am the easiest target, instead of accepting that they are doing something wrong. "From now on, you will stop studying," Alpha Jackson said as an order. "You will just stay in this house, and you won't go out without my permission." Fight back. The voice in my head whispered. I was about to open my mouth to say something, but Alpha Jackson had already read what's on my mind and decided to end my plan before I even started it. "Don't refute my words, Valentine," he warned me. "Remember that you are living in my house. You are under my care. Be thankful that I haven't kicked you out despite you bringing bad luck to my pack." "I understand," I responded with my eyes locked on the ground. "I will inform the university that I will drop out." Carrying the document that came from Alpha Jackson, I left the pack house and walked towards the university. I haven't even reached my destination when a group of female omegas blocked my way. "Look at this cursed devil," one of them with blonde hair spoke. "You still dare to show yourself to us? After bringing bad luck to the pack, I'm surprised that the alpha is still letting you in. You deserved to be a rogue and die at our hands." "I don't want any fight," I answered with a weak voice hoping that they will listen. After all, omegas were also bullied by the higher ranks in this pack, and I thought that they know what I'm feeling and that they will comfort me. But now. Apparently, I am lower than these omegas so they have the right to hurt me. "What are you doing?" I asked with fear and confusion as three of them restrained my movements while the other one started using a thick rope to tie on a nearby tree. One of them slapped my face. "Giving you the treatment that you deserve." I screamed. I shouted for help. I tried to escape from their grasps, but in the end, I still can't do anything to fight back. I was so weak that I can only accept my fate as they ruin me. "What a nice artwork," one of them spoke while looking at me being hanged upside down on a tree. "That's not an artwork," the other lady answered. "Artworks have worth, but the devil? She's worthless." I was left alone. Again. Suffering from the pain of the tight rope and my blood all rushing down to my head. My eyes stared at the words they wrote on my body. Words that describe who I am and how low my status is. Devil. Cursed. Wolfless. Worthless.