My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

Mika As I lay on the cold and hard tile floor of the girl's restroom, I was overwhelmed with pain and fear. It was just after gym class when Alexa, the daughter of the Beta, and her two minions cornered me and started attacking me. I could barely defend myself as the three of them took turns hitting me and kicking me. They seemed to be enjoying this cruel act of violence as if it were a daily routine for them. I could hear them laughing and mocking me as they left the restroom, and then I took a moment to breathe before I struggled to stay conscious. It was a terrifying experience that left me traumatized and scarred going to school and even attending the pack house. As I struggled to stand up, my legs feeling weak and unsteady beneath me, I reached out to steady myself against the nearby wall. Once I felt confident enough to stand alone, I went to the restroom sink, my heart still pounding. My reflection in the mirror was a shock - blood was still dripping from my nose and lip, leaving red stains on my shirt. With a shaking hand, I turned the faucet on, letting the cool water run over my hands before splashing it on my face, hoping to clean away the blood. The water stung as it hit my sore and swollen nose, but slowly, the pain began to ease. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and clear my head, wondering how I had ended up in this situation. I didn't want to leave the monetary sanctuary for fear of being attacked again in the halls. Once I managed to clean the blood from my face, I took a painful deep breath, and then I had the bell ring, signaling the end of the school day. After waiting patiently for everyone to leave, I cautiously poked my head out the door to ensure the coast was clear. Satisfied that the area was empty, I quietly exited the restroom and observed that the hallways were devoid of other people. As everyone had left, I felt liberated, knowing I could make my way home without any hindrances. I just hope that when I arrive home, my father will be in a positive and pleasant mood. As I strolled down the hallway, going to my locker to grab my things, I turned the corner and collided with a solid object: a person. To my dismay, I was face to face with the formidable quadruple alphas Max, Mathew, Mark, and Malcolm. "Well... well...well, look what we have here. It looks like a sheep who lost their way," Mark spoke out, Malcolm was frustrated, saying, "What should we do about the young sheep?" I attempted to retreat cautiously, hoping for a chance to escape. I can outpace all four alpha on foot, but I know it's futile if they shift into their wolf forms. As I tried to escape, a strong force seized me, yanking me backward and causing me to crash onto the ground. The impact was so intense that I saw black spots after my head slammed against the hard floor. "Where do you think you're going, little sheep," uttered one of the brothers. My vision was blurry, making it difficult to discern which one spoke. Still feeling disoriented, I was being yanked by my hair and dragged across the cold hallway floor. The pain was excruciating, and I held onto my hair so that it wouldn't be ripped out of my scalp. Finally coming to a halt, I was pulled up to my feet. "Please stop; you're hurting me," I cried out. "That's the point, little sheep," one of the brothers said. They noticed the opportunity and quickly opened the door as we stood before my locker. Without wasting a second, they forcefully pushed me inside the cramped space and closed the door, leaving me in complete darkness. As I was in the locker cramped, I heard one of the brothers say. "That's what you get for being such a loser," Standing in the locker room, I couldn't help but ponder the reasons behind the animosity directed towards me by numerous pack members. It pained me to realize that even my Alphas harbored disdain for me, primarily due to the shadow cast by my father's reputation. I have faced hatred ever since the day I came into this world, and the reasons behind it are mainly because of my father. My father held a position of high regard as a Beta in our pack. The story of how my parents met is quite remarkable. It all happened during an annual gathering designed to enhance the likelihood of wolves finding their mates. There are five distinct packs in this gathering, one of which is mine. The pack I belong to is known as The Full Moon Pack. Additionally, there are the Silver Moon Pack, the Moon Shifters, the Luna Light Pack, and the Night Runners. Each pack brings its unique qualities and characteristics to the overall dynamics of the party. I'm unsure which pack my mother originated from because my father never discusses her, at least not to me. You see, my father holds me responsible for my mother's passing, so he harbors a strong dislike towards me. My mother passed away while giving birth to me, and as far back as I can recall, my father struggled with alcoholism. I never had the chance to experience my father's life as a Beta firsthand; I only pieced together his story from the snippets of conversations I overheard among pack members. From what I gathered, my father was a courageous and highly esteemed Beta. However, during my 17 years with him, he seemed to be far from the figure described in those tales. After losing his partner, the anguish became unbearable, and to add to the agony, many individuals succumbed to madness. As time passed, my father's drinking habit escalated, leading him also to take up gambling, resulting in frequent losses. His compulsive gambling habit led him to owe significant sums of money to numerous loan sharks, creating a cascade of debts. In a desperate move, my father asked our Alpha to intervene and cover his debts, but my father could not repay the Alpha. Consequently, my father proposed that I work for the Alpha to settle his debts, which the Alpha agreed to. The pack's animosity towards me stems from my father's unpaid debts and his unfounded accusations of me being a murderer to other pack members. Not only does the pack hate me, but I am also abused and bullied by my father and other pack members. However, my worst bullies are the Alpha quadruplets, Max—Mathew, Mark, Malcolm, Max's girlfriends Alexa, and her two followers, Jane and Stephanie. As I was still contemplating the direction of my life, I had often considered leaving the pack once I reached the age of 18. With only two months left before my birthday, I felt the urgency to decide where I would go. I was convinced that any place would be better than staying here. Suddenly, I heard a faint noise echoing down the empty school hallway. Revealed, I began to frantically bang on the inside of my locker, my cries for help echoing in the confined space. I kept banging and screaming until the sound got closer. My locker flew open, and standing there was the janitor. "What are you doing in the locker, young lady?" the janitor stated. I stepped out of the locker to inhale some open air. I then noticed it was already dark outside; I thanked the janitor and put together my belongings. I moved quickly to head home, hoping I reach home before my father.