Sold To The Alpha Prince That Broke Me

One

Chapter One

Eyebags on my lower eye lids, swollen top lids, dark circles surrounding my eye to make matters even worse.

Those were all I saw every time I stared into the mirror. Probing and attempting to straighten out and hide all the imperfections on my face was something I was constantly doing every time I saw my reflection. I should be used to it by now.

Not getting half the amount of sleep I should be getting to look my best and feel my best all my life had clearly left its mark on me and I could never get used to it.

"Nadine, why are you looking at yourself like that? You know you are stunning, right?" My best friend, Stella's smile that comes with those words should be comforting, but it is not. I had heard all these claims of my beauty, even from the wolves in my pack that hated me, but I was yet to see it. All I saw was a broken vessel that once had potential to be beautiful and great.

Who was I kidding? I have never had a future. Not from the moment that I was born.

The story goes, my mother was once a princess, who happened to find a very powerful mate the first beta to Alpha King Arnold Pierce the first of the Vicious Alpha pack. That is precisely how he preffered to be addressed and how he self-centeredly named the pack that he built from the ground up, or he would like us to believe.

The evil, ruthless and yes, very vicious and heartless man was supposedly a warrior and was working his way up to being the first hand of his king when he commited the ultimate betrayal, killing the king in cold blood. As the story goes, he managed to threaten all the other men enough to a point where they began serving him at just Eighteen years of age. It takes a lot to do what he did. It is unheard of in entire history.

For his sons, Prince Kane, the oldest who graduated from this very school a year ago, Prince Brock and Axel, the fraternal twins who look nothing alike but are both equally as handsome and drooled over by every girl in this school, he wants nothing short of the ruthlessness he possess. And it shows.

My mother was nkt grateful for what fate had given to her. She cheated and had me, and as soon as it was found out, I was supposed to be killed, but she pleaded for my life to be kept and took a plea deal. I had to be turned into a slave for the royals all my life, and I was still paying for her actions to this day. I barely got any sleep every night because juggling school with being responsible for so many things in the house was not easy. It was even harder to maintain with the evil beings that I worked for.

My mother had a soft enough spot to actually manage to keep her position in the hierarchy. She was never punished for having me. She watched me suffer for years, turning a blind eye to feel less horrible about herself I suppose.

She enjoyed years of freedom, after making up with her mate. But then, she did it again. Probed that a cheater will always cheat as she got pregnant yet again with another child outside her union to the beta, Garth Stone. A very understanding man he was, until that final blow.

She was killed and to this day, I have never mourned her. She was dead to me long before she was officially killed.

"I don't know, I did not get much sleep and Rebecca accused me of stealing her clothes last night and Brock believed her." I explain to Stella as I finish wiping my face after getting it wet with cold water, all in hopes of looking more alive and less like I am half dead.

"I am sorry to interrupt your complaint, but let's talk about tomorrow!" She says with a wide smile on her face.

Oh dear! I do not like to think about tomorrow.

My eighteenth brithday. The day that every wolf should look forward to but the day that I have been dreading for most of my life, as soon as I understood what it meant for me.

"No, we will be late for class and I do not want to talk about my birthday. You know how I am!" I say to her before walking out of the bathroom.

As though I had summoned her by talking about her, the first face I see upon walking out of the bathroom is Rebecca. My half sister and arguably the one she wolf that hates me with a particular passion!

Yes, that is correct. She is my half sister and the current girlfriend of one of the Pierce twin brothers, Brock. Very enviable in our little community but I would never want to be her for a day in my life.

After my mother had me as her first child, Beta Garth wanted redemption, so another child was conceived almost immediately after, one that would be his. And that is how Rebecca was born with all her privileges. Those that I would have had my mother chose to have me with her father too.

"What do we have here? You look tired. Must be the fact that you stay up late so you can sneak into my room and steal my clothes, you b***h!" she spits in my face as she speaks and I only inhale deeply, trying to maintain composure. She makes it so hard.

" I did not steal any of your clothes, Rebecca. " I say beneath my breath and she just laughs before turning around when she notices my eyes moving from her and going to Prince Brock, who was definitely heading this way.

Just then, Rebecca surprised me, proved to me that she is just as evil as I think she is.

"Ouch! You evil little girl!" she yells as she bumps into me and makes she he coffee cup tips towards her and is poured all over her white denim jacket.

Brock comes rushing as all eyes go our way. My hand is over my lips as I stare in shock.

"she burned me!" Rebecca cries to Brock as soon as he is by her side and his eyes are on me as he glares at me. So much threat in that gaze that I am almost convinced that I actually did throw that coffee at her.

"She brought coffee to school, just to throw it at me." she cries against his chest and turns her head slightly so I can watch her as she smirks.

"My prince... You have to believe me. I-" before I am even done defending myself, he interjects.

"Where did you get that coffee? You are stealing from the royals too now?" he asks me and I shake my head immediately.

"That was her coffee!" I say and he raises his index finger and I am immediately silent.

"Shut it! You have quite the nerve, Nadine!" he shakes his head in disbelief, which is clearly disguising even greater rage beneath the surface.

"You will pay dearly for doing this, but first of all.." he helps Rebecca get out of the denim jacket before throwing it at my face. I barely catch it after the buttons strike my face painfully.

"That better be clean by lunch time, or trust me, you will rue the day your b***h of a mother birthed you! Got that?" Brock's jaw was clenching as he looked at me with a lot of disgust. It was always very hard to watch him treat me this way.

A long time ago, before my mother did it again and had my brother, Robyn, he was kind to me. I actually considered him my friend.

He would sneak out to help me do chores when his father was not around, he would bring me some of the food that the royals were having and he would bring me cake on my birthday. But that stopped very quickly once we started high school.

After the king made an announcement that he would not be going by birth order when it comes to handing over his throne, that he would be choosing the brother that impresses him the most and proves himself.

Then he stopped coming to see me, stopped waving at me when we encountered each other and just stopped caring for me.

It hurt badly, but nothing compares to how he has been treating me simce I accidentally spilled a drink on his white shirt on his brithday.

From that day on, he had been extra mean to me, treating me like everyone else. I refused to believe that a drink was responsible for costing me his care that much and even creating new hate.

Once I had fantasies of him running away and taking me with him. All those that developed once I started having a crush on him. But now I have forgotten what it is like to even have that kind of hope.

Everybody apart from my brother and Stella hates me.

"If this jacket is not clean by then, you will be getting it from me too!" Rebecca added and I hated my eyes for watering in that moment.

They walk away and I sigh loudly.

"Don't worry. I know what we can do. I will help you clean it in the laundry room downstairs. Not a lot of people know about it but it will be fine, don't worry."Stella assured me and I smiled at her before embracing her. I truly hope that it will work because I do not want to upset Brock even more.