The Abused Luna

chapter 2

Aurora’s POV :

Let me introduce myself.

I’m Aurora Bentick.

The beloved and adored and admired youngest daughter of the alpha of the violet moon pack.

Now you can say the ex daughter of the alpha, as my dear father disowned me and thrown me out of our family. I was dead to him.

More than that, he hated my very existence and made me a slave to my very own pack making my life, a routine more worse than that of a hell.

I have two elder siblings.

Sebastian Bentick , my elder brother, first born to the alpha and the heir in line to the alpha title.

Next, the second born, my elder sister, Andrea Bentick.

And I am the ex- youngest daughter to the alpha, my father William Bentick.

The proud alpha of the violet moon pack.*proud….i don’t think so….he didn’t do anything to be proud of, for the last few years. Actually he did the opposite. Making his own flesh a punching bag to his pack members.

Now, I am the one and only slave of the violet moon pack.

I am their cook, when they wanted to eat.

I am their cleaner, when they wanted to clean the pack house and their rooms without any speck and dust.

I am their laundry girl, when they wanted to wash their dirtied clothes.

I am the house maid when they wanted to run errands and do all the household chores.

I lived a life worse than that of an Omega wolf, the last person in the rank in the whole pack, despite being born as the daughter to the Alpha.

All because for the mistake, they think…..Wait a minute….sorry….let me rephrase it.

For the mistake they believe I did, but in fact, in which I’m a mere victim.

My current life is described as,

I am the ex daughter of the alpha, my name, Aurora Bentick.

A curse to my father, who think I snatched his happiness and the sole cause for his sorrows and sufferings.

A burden and Shame, they wished to die, for my elder siblings.

A slave, a punching bag, a place to vent their frustrations to my pack.

All in all, I’m the unfortunate, invisible person and cursed wolf of my pack.

This is my life, if you could call it like that.

Sighing I got up from my over used mat and carefully folded and kept it safe by the corner of the room.

Even though it’s not suitable to be used, that’s all I got for myself to sleep on instead of sleeping directly on the hard cold floor.

I carefully lifted the cloth I used to cover myself in sleep and did the same as to what I did before to the mat.

I kept the cover, neatly folded on the small wooden desk on the side.

Neither my pack nor my family saw the need to give me something to sleep on and cover and protect myself from the cold winter winds.

So they gave me nothing. Mrs. Pervin, aka aunt Tara, the current beta female, was kind enough to give me these two years ago.

When I was first punished years ago, she gave me these, without anyone knowing.

As they would either take these away from me or punish me further if they know about it as they couldn’t do anything to the curry beta female, Mrs. Pervin.

Or they would have done both. *That’s how much they lovees me. Note the sarcasm.

She is the only one along with her husband beta Thomson Previn, loves or atleast treat me with a little kindness and acknowledge me as a human being instead of a punching bag.

They would offer me foods when they call me to clean their home and would also supply me with little medicine and dresses to wear.

All the clothes now I have was either given by her or I collected them from the clothes discarded by the pack members as old and waste.

I quickly got up and went to the small wash basin at the corner of the Attic, to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I quickly went downstairs and made my way to the kitchen as quietly as possible.

As everyone was still sleeping, if I made noise and they got woke up because of me, then I am dead..I would be beaten brutally. I had those beatings before too.

I’m supposed to cook for the whole pack. I looked up at the clock hanging on the Wall, above to the entrance of the kitchen door.

It said 4:30 a.m. as usual…this was the usual time, I always wake up to do the house hold chores.

I went into the storage room and brought out all the ingredients for cooking needed for today’s breakfast.

I decided to do pancakes, waffles, bacon, mashed potatoes with hash browns.

I started to do the batter and took the pans from the cupboards.

Putting the pans on the stove to preheat it, I mixed the batter.

I put the waffle maker in start to. To make both the pancakes and waffles side by side as usual.

When I finished all the pancakes and waffles, looked up to see the time. It was ten past six (6:10 a.m.).

Everyone would come down for breakfast at 7:30 a.m.

Soon I heard multiple alarms going off, indicating that everyone was starting to wake up.

I held my breath for a second. I prayed that neither no one had a bad start nor no one would come into the kitchen, till I went out of the kitchen.

If someone had a bad start, they would come to beat me up to lessen their bad mood.* Yeah…lucky me….i know.

After waiting for 2 minutes, with my heart beating rapidly wanting to come out of my body in fear, I released the breath I held till now, as I waited for someone to come and vent their anger at me.

Fortunately, today was my lucky day I think. No one came to disturb me, early in the morning.

When I was doing the bacon, I was startled by a presence coming into the kitchen. I was scared out of my wits.

I was so sure that my prayer had failed and some one was here to beat the hell out of me.

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