Crowned And Cursed.

Accusations

Belladonna's POV

The sun rays seeped through my old dusty curtains and hit my face. My eyelids were still heavy and my body was sore and aching from work overload and the beatings I had received the previous night.

I forced them open and glanced at the clock on my drawer .6 : 30 am , s**t panic surged through me, and I jolted out of bed releasing I overslept.

Quickly dragging my body out of the bed , I grabbed my apron, praying with my fingers crossed , hoping that no one was awake yet or else it would be hell for me. To my surprise and relief , the house was still silent. Everyone was still sound asleep.

Quickly, I gathered the utensils and began to multitask my chores, the mansion wasn't going to clean itself.

I swept the dining area while making breakfast as well. It was to be set by 6 and I was already an hour plus late, I was lucky enough I wasn't woken up with a bucket of ice cold muddy water or received a beating in my sleep.

Of course, we had maids and servants, but they used me instead. Who would have expected that the Alpha's daughter and heir would be the servant of the house?

Everything started when my mother died or should I say when I killed her, I don't know. She died while giving birth to me, since then, everyone has hated me. They said I was responsible for killing the Luna, and if I wasn't born she would still be alive, ’a cursed bastard,’ my father called me as though I wasn't his flesh and blood.

But that wasn't all, They called me a witch because of my extremely pale gray eyes and hair that was black on one side and white on the other. And the final cherry to top my already ridiculous painful life, the moon goddess decided to make me wolf less.

All I ever dreamed of was being out there in the world, going to school, having friends, and experiencing life to the fullest.

But my father was so embarrassed to have me, he decided to keep and contain me.

I continued to serve food while sweeping, then suddenly, I heard a call that sent a shiver down my spine. My stepmother was calling me.

"Belladonna!" she screamed, her voice dripping with anger.

I hurried to her, wiping my hands on my apron. "Yes, mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"What is this rubbish? Why isn't there a fully prepared breakfast on the table and why are some places still dirty?" she demanded, glaring at me. If death stare was a person she would take the crown.

I tried to explain without stuttering, "I'm sorry mother I woke up late, I wasn't feeling too well and was tired from yesterday, so I—"

Before I could finish, she slapped me hard across the face. My cheek stung, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"It's a rule for you to wake up as early as 4:30, I don't care about you or how you were feeling, I make the rules and you follow. Failure to do so leads to punishment, I shouldn't be reminding you of what you already know you little slut," she scolded.

Knowing how gruesome and cruel her punishments were , I fell to my knees, begging and pleading, "Please, mother, it will never happen again, I'll make sure of it, I promise."

She dismissed me with a wave of her hand. "Everything must be clean in 10 minutes, or else,” with that command , she headed back to her room.

I hurried to the staircase with my cleaning equipment—a bucket and a mop. My hands shook as I carried them climbing up, the sting of her slap still fresh on my cheek.

As I reached halfway I smelled something burning. Panic seized me again, and I rushed to the kitchen leaving everything. The food was burning. I quickly turned off the stove and tried to salvage what I could.

Then I heard it—a scream that sent chills down my spine. My stepmother's scream. I rushed to the scene only to find her laying in a water paddle and the mop in two halves. She had slipped on the equipment I left on the staircase.

I ran to her, my heart pounding in my chest. "mother, are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling.

She looked up at me with pure hatred in her eyes. "Don't touch me you little witch, you did this on purpose!" she screamed. "You wanted to kill me!"

"No, I swear I didn't!" I cried, backing away.

But it was too late. My father , step sister and brother and the rest of the pack were already gathering around, their faces filled with anger and shock.

"What's going on here?" my father demanded, his eyes cold and hard as he looked at me.

"She tried to kill me!" my stepmother accused, pointing a trembling finger at me.

"No, I didn't! It was an accident!" I pleaded, but no one believed me.

“ I told you this would happen, you should have gotten rid of her when you had the chance to,” my father's beta sneered as he helped my mother up.

Sarah and Dallas, both surrounded me in defense of their mother, also passing accusations that I had tried to poison them.

“ She's not only a witch , she's possessed... just because you killed your own mother you want to do the same to ours too huh?”

Before I could defend myself, Sarah lashed out at me with a slap that sent me tumbling on the floor followed by a kick to my guts from Dallas. My father just stood there watching, I wondered how him and I carried the same blood.

“ You need to do something or else you will end up losing another Luna, and trust me no one not even a mere omega would want to marry into this pack.”

My father stepped forward, his face twisted with rage. "You've gone too far this time, Bella.You need to be punished. "

Tears streamed down my face as my own father said those words.

“Everyone's life is at risk with her.Call one of our strongest witches, we need to get rid of the demon that possesses her once and for all,” my step mother ordered through her crocodile tears.

I wasn't possessed for crying out loud, yes I had weird features but that didn't justify or give her the right to say I was possessed. My father agreed to everything that woman had barked. To be honest she was the real witch because I was certain she had put him under a spell.

“Guards , lock her up!” my father demanded. Guilt ate him up ,he didn't even have the guts to look at me.

As they walked in, I saw my step mother pass them a signal and they nodded.

The guards immediately dragged me away. I knew I was in for it and there was no escaping.