Her Slavery His Redemption

Chapter 2

Rosie’s POV

A few days ago, before everything started.

Here I was again, doing the dishes for the tenth time that day. Work is the only thing I do, or should I say that's just what I am allowed to do. I have not been able to do anything of my own, or build a life that’s only for me. I would want more than anything to have a job of my own. Or even good friends that I can confide in.

I have lost hope of trying to fit in, and I barely practice to sharpen my skills with the rest of my peers like I am supposed to, and I don't mind. I would avoid humiliating situations as much as I can. After all, all that practice is when I am present is humiliation. So I make up for it by finding separate times to practice outside the park in the woods, to sharpen my 'rusty' skills, and, safe to say, I have never gotten into any trouble.

However, it's harder for me to complain because no matter what I say or do, I will get no help, and even worse, I am yet to meet no one bold enough to take me out of my misery.

That's why today, my 18th birthday, is more important to me. . I have looked up to this day my whole life, a day when I will be free of my shackles, a day when my mate will be my saviour. I had prayed and wished since i started to nurse the idea of that if only I got one chance at being lucky, my mate should not be from this pack.

My name is Rosie Albert, eighteen, tomorrow, or in just a few hours, and I am known to be the pack’s slave. I have been branded by almost everyone as the unwanted. Needs someone who cleans after everyone and everything. I would be the first to be thought of. Everyone tends to forget how important I am to the pack with my healing powers until it's that time of the month and they need my help to heal the Alpha from his reoccurring illness.

I tried to force my full lashes up and keep myself from dozing off, looked out the window and it was still dark outside. I had woken up extra early today in anticipation. I don’t care if my mate turns out to be a gamma or an omega like me, it was better than having to be rejected by an all-knowing cuckbastafd, whoever it may be. I could care less for a mate, but he could be my way out of my fate.

If the moon goodness chooses today to be kind to me, i would be free from my father, who wants absolutely nothing to do with me.My father would be glad to finally see the opportunity to do away with me forever. After all, I am but a scar on his bleeding heart. I took his beloved wife away from him.

Safe to say that's why he allows my stepmother and the rest of the pack members to treat me however they like, and since my father is subjected to them, there is really nothing I can do to save myself except help comes, just for me.

I know my father hates me, he has never ceased to call me a murderer for killing my mother at birth, but should he not be grateful that she left him with something of both of them and that’s me? Isn’t he supposed to take care of me because I am the only gift my mother left him?

I am tired of asking those unanswered questions and they seemed so faint now. I have since come to accept my fate and whatever comes with it.

Thanks to Joan, the Pack's dressmaker, she has given me a purpose that was more than being an occasional healer and a slave, by letting me observe when she works. She didn't have to.

“Rosie, trust me, I understand what you are going through, I was once like you'' She had told me one day, its good to hope, but I hate to hope for so long.

I wanted it to be done before everyone woke up. I put the last plate away and made my way tiptoeing silently back to my room. My mind was so greatly occupied that I didn’t notice that I had been joined by someone’s presence, bumping into him hard on, making me stagger back, hitting some of the plates.

“Oh my goodness!”. It was the alpha’s son, Dan, whose house I was currently in, doing dishes. I could have gone back to my house at the other end of the wing without any trouble.

“Dan,” I said, managing to calm myself and bowing my head slightly as a sign of greeting. He has always made a fuss about everyone giving him the respect that he deserves, since he was undeniably going to be the next alpha of the Blue Bird pack.

I truly don’t care what he thinks, I never had, I was only fulfilling all righteousness, and I was more worried that someone would see us together and accuse me of flirting with their man. It would only make me prone to more danger. That's not what I need at the moment. Anyone could decide to wake up early today.

Dan Sullivan is the doted son of Alpha Erik Sullivan and Luna Anne Sullivan, he is affectionately loved by his parents and most of the girls in the pack.

He is never faulty in anyone’s eyes, so if anything happens, people would point at me first without even asking any questions.

The girls like him, they adore him and they also shamelessly throw themselves at him every chance they get.

Some, he accepts to feed on his pleasure, and dumps them after banging them. While some he just never gave a chance. Not me though. I have never shown any interest in him. I guess that's why he always wants to frustrate me every little chance he gets.

“You little sh!t! You could have wounded me! Where are your manners?” he growled.

And not to forget, he is also unbelievably rude, but nothing he would do or say to me right now would get me to lose my wits at that point. I have seen the worst of his people, I have been beaten to oblivion because of a small offense, I have been cut to prove a point, and I have been spat at for being unlucky.

“I am sorry, you scared me! I was not expecting you here this time'' I was trying to level down that it was his fault, not mine. I thought you guys were having dinner at the table” I said, trying to politely excuse myself from taking the blame for the shattered plates.

“Are you trying to educate me in my Pack about where I can go and not go?” He asked, growling at me as he made himself closer to me with each step.

“No, but you scared me,” I said again with the most respectful voice I could manage.

But instead of him understanding what I had just said, and accepting it as it was, he slapped me on my face, which was rather unexpected, given the fact that I had tried to be as respectful as I could manage.

I didn't know what was happening to my body for like half a second of standing there before my right hand automatically went to my face.

“You a$$hole!” I spat with the venom inside me! And I got another slap! I usually would not utter a word because it always led me into trouble, but the sting of the slap got deep in my body. I could not ignore it.

“How dare you!” He said, as he traced my jawline with his hand, then placed it on my trembling lips, which were now obviously bruised.

“Rosie, you see, I don't want to harm you like the rest of them” he continued with a low and hoarse voice this time, “if only you would cut the sharpness of your tongue when you are communicating with me. I do not like to see the hatred in your eyes whenever you are with me. That's the only thing that gets you into trouble.

You are supposed to bow down to me and listen to what I have to say and I will make sure you don't get punished another day in your life. ”

That seemed like a good deal, especially since I need it so much now that my fate is undecided, but it would be me entering into another bondage with this crazed brat.

“No! You are the same! You are just looking for another leverage over me! And that would be over my dead body”. I spat my words at his face, daring him again and again.

My statement and fearlessness must have bruised his ego, so he turned away and began to walk away from me.

But before he finally got out of the kitchen door, he turned back and said to me “Don’t worry. Go home. In just a few hours you will understand truly well why you should be kind towards me. I will be waiting for you”

The words sounded in my head almost like danger, but I didn't want to think about it. If this was another way of making me worried, I would not fall into his stupid trap.

I was scared, not because of the craziness that I would meet at home, but the uncertainty of what the sentence meant.

What did he mean by that? What did he mean he would be waiting for me?

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“Rosie, Happy birthday'' I heard my cute stepsister say as she tried to squeeze her tiny body under my blanket.

“Hmm, a little more sleep, Dani, and I will be up'' I replied sleepily, helping her inside my blanket so I could help hug her. Beautiful soul, she is nothing like her parents,

Yes. she is truly beautiful, a voice said in my head," My wolf!. That woke me up.

It is my birthday.

“Are you awake now, Rosie,?'' Dani's little voice asked me, she probably was not getting any sleep today as well.

“Yes darling, do you want to wash up with me?'' A smile splattered across her face as he bounced on the bed. I t makes me happy that she was happy. I tried not to think about what Dan said as much as I wanted to.

As I opened the door of my room, after getting dressed for the day, I could already hear the sound of arguments between my father and stepmother. I wonder why they stay together if all they do is argue.

“You good for nothing girl! You are the cause of this whole thing! Your father and I wouldn't be having these arguments if you were just not in the picture!” Those were the words she spat at me the minute I stepped through the door, Dani moved behind me, taking refuge.

“Run to your room, Dani'' She nodded and obeyed, her five-year-old brain didn't need to hear any of those words.

This was not her first time throwing dirty words and curses at me, but today was different. More than anything, I would have liked to just enter my room and lock it up'

“What did I do?” I boldly asked my stepmother, Becca Albert.

“What did you do, uh?” She blocked back, as if she was shocked by my question.

“You still don't know or you are just acting like a fool for no reason at all? You made your father this way. If you had not taken your mother away from him, then I would not have met him like that. Why do I have to be the one suffering for what happened to your family?” she said, poking her fingers into my chest. I still don't understand why I should be blamed for that, but it's not a new thing now. I just wish they would realize that I also feel the loss more than anything.

I looked over at where my father was sitting, not in the least bothered about what was playing out behind him. He was holding his usual bottle of rum and he would probably not stand up until he was done with it, drunk in a stupor and unable to think straight.

“I am hurt too! Why can't you all see that I am hurt too!! What did I do to deserve all of this? If you do not give me love, at least let me be without having to face you every day! Trust me! I am tired! I'm tired of you all! I would love to leave this damaged household if I could help it! But of course, I can't! I am just as helpless!” I screamed back at her, and I got a hot slap for it, the third one in only a few hours.

But I felt relieved in a way, I was finally able to say a little bit of what I had held in my mind for so long. I didn't wait to hear anymore, I just left.

I wanted to be in great spirits when i met my mate. I quickly erased the thought of my family's problems away from my head.

Mate! Mate! Lily, my wolf, chanted happily, almost not able to contain herself.