Mated to the Alpha

Worse than Hell

(Rose)

I woke up to the bright light coming from my window. I groaned at the new day I woke up to.

I dreamt I was far away from this pack, living my life as a renowned artist. I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face. I sighed at the sight of the new bruises forming on my arms and wrist. I walked into the shower to take a cold bath.

I was already used to not having hot water. My dad said he cannot waste luxuries like that on a freak like me but I don't let that bother me anyway. I mean he was kind enough to adopt me from the pack orphanage when I was five, where I was always bullied and starved.

I was found at the pack boundary as a baby covered in a dirty blanket. No one knew where I came from or who my parents were.

The orphanage head, Mrs Leo always made us starve if we were being naughty. Being naughty meant laughing, crying, or discussing out loud. We were only allowed to talk in whispers.

Mrs. Leo always said that "Female wolves are supposed to be seen and not heard".

I don't have a problem with that anyway, I don't talk much because I am afraid that I will say the wrong thing and earn a beating or maybe starved for that.

Every morning, I wake up by 6 am and make breakfast for Dad, Mom, and my sister Amelia.

I wish I was more like her, she is beautiful with long blonde hair that stops at her waist, she has a slender body, and is 5'7 tall. She is everything I am not.

Her wolf was beautiful and brown whereas I had never shifted.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me. I quickly put on a hoodie and sweatpants and headed downstairs to prepare breakfast and met Amelia on the couch.

I guess she went to another pack party. She was the outgoing type and the life of the party. Amelia was always up to date with the current trends ranging from fashion to music to gossip.

Her neck seemed to be in an uncomfortable position so I adjusted her being careful enough not to wake her.

Heading into the kitchen, I brought out the eggs and began to make breakfast for everyone while humming my favorite tune.

For some reason, I can't seem to remember how I got that tune stuck in my head. I have just always known that tune.

"Where's my breakfast girl? I need to head for a pack meeting." yelled my dad.

My adopted father was the beta of the Crescent pack. He was the second in command to the Alpha.

"I'm almost done Dad" I replied.

I quickly set the table and served him a plate to eat. Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, and orange juice.

"Urghhhh can you guys keep it down? I have a headache" groaned Amelia.

I mistakenly poured a little bit of juice on my dad.

He quickly slapped me while shouting; "are you blind mutt? You are so stupid and dumb. You couldn't make breakfast early and now you can't even pour a glass of orange juice properly."

"I'm sorry, I..,"

My words were quickly cut short with another slap on my face.

"Shut up and clean this up," he said.

I quickly ran to the kitchen to get a cloth rag to clean up the mess I made in the dining room. I keep messing things up. This family was kind enough to pick me up from the orphanage and I keep making silly mistakes.

Yesterday, I broke one of the window planes while cleaning. Mom was so mad at me and flogged me with a horsewhip.

Today, I have made another mistake.

"Make me a plate. I'm hungry" said Amelia as she approached the table.

"Shouldn't you have your bath first? You will feel much better once you do" I told Amelia.

She eyes me up and down and replies; "First of all, who are you to tell me what to do? You have no friends and no life and you want to tell me what to do with mine."

She gets up and grabs my hair.

"Next time you talk to me like that, I'll tell Dad to take away your art supplies and lock you in the basement for smart talking. Now will you serve me my food or do you want Dad to help you out?"

I quickly apologized and set a plate for her.

I value my art supplies. Art is my only escape from the harsh reality I'm facing.

I can't afford to lose my supplies again.

"Amelia, I need you to make plans for the annual ball that's coming up. I want you to find your mate." Mom said as she came down the stairs.

"Of course Mom. I can't wait to meet my mate. I am sure I am mated to an alpha of a pack. He will be so strong, handsome, and rich" Amelia replied dreamily,

A mate?

I know I won't have the privilege of finding a mate. Wolves are only able to meet their mates after they have shifted.

I have never shifted before so I don't have the hopes of finding a mate, not like anyone will want me. I am full of bruises and I have not met my wolf yet.

"What are you thinking Rose? Serve me breakfast and stop standing like a statue" said Mom.

I muttered a sorry and quickly fixed up a plate for Mom.

I waited at the table while they ate in case they needed something as they ate.

I am only allowed to leave the dining area when they are done with breakfast.

After they were done eating, I took the used dishes back to the kitchen and began to clean up. Within minutes, I was done cleaning up and decided to eat my breakfast. I was sure everyone was satisfied before eating mine.

I am always reminded that it is my responsibility to take care of the family that was kind enough to take me in when I was little.

Finishing up, I decided to get ready for work.

I am a volunteer at Crescent Pack Hospital. I love helping wounded wolves. It gives me a sense of comfort.

I quickly got dressed and left home for the hospital.

"Rose" I heard a voice call out to me.

I turned around but I could not see anyone calling out to me.

I was currently in walking through the training grounds of the pack but no one was present.

Alpha Thomas had called all our fighters for an important meeting today so the ground was empty.

"Rose" the voice called again.

I searched around but I couldn't find anyone still.

Are my ears playing a trick on me?

I let out a loud sigh and continued walking to work.

The hospital sign soon came into sight and hastened my footsteps eager to see the faces I would be helping.

"Good morning Rose" James greeted.

James is the hospital guard. He is about 6'5 tall and looks intimidating because of his height and buff stature but he is nice to me.

"Good morning James. How's Rita?" I replied.

"Oh, she's wonderful. The pups seem to be kicking her these days but no worries, she's happy to know they are active" he replied.

I smiled at that.

James met his mate Adrienne last year and since then, he has been smitten.

"Help" I turned to see a young man carrying a wounded wolf.

I quickly rushed into the hospital to get a stretcher for him.

The sight before me made my blood turn cold.

It can't be.