The Beta's abused and Rejected Daughter

Chapter 3

I am now 17 years old; my blonde hair is down to the ground. I refuse to cut it; I love my hair. My eyes were an even more icy blue than before. I am 5-foot 4in 125lbs with an imposing figure. Even though I was abused at home, they never hit me in the face anymore, so others were not aware of the abuse. I am now in grade 12, no matter who asks me out, the Andersons would not allow me to date. They said I had to wait for the poor omega who would have to be my mate.

Next week is my 18th Birthday. I cannot wait. I will be getting my wolf and shifting for the first time. I am hoping to find my mate, so he can take me away from here.

Since the age of eight, Blake and Mason beat me every day. I have been treated like crap by them, as well as the Andersons. I had to clean and cook for them every day. I am never allowed to eat with them. I was only allowed to eat the leftovers. If they were in a bad mood, I was beaten; if they were bored, I was beaten. The only good thing was being the daughter of a beta, I was still allowed to train,

Alpha John had no clue how they were treating me. (Or so I thought) I was told to never tell anyone, or they would kill me. Plus, they told me no one would believe me anyway over the word of the Beta. Sadly, two years ago, there was a rogue attack and both Alpha John and Luna Merry were killed. That is when the Werewolf council members made Blake the Alpha. Within two days, he made Mr.Anderson step down as Beta and made his son Mason his beta. He made his friend Jack Green the Gamma and his friend Brian Donovan the Delta.

I wake up at 5 am every morning to train. It felt good to train. I felt strong. When I was done training, I would have to make the Andersons their breakfast, clean their house, then head off to school.

When everyone was asleep, I would sneak out and train more with our head warrior, Chase Dalton.

Chase is one of the most handsome men I ever laid eyes on. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, stood six foot 3, and weighed 265lbs, which was pure muscle. He had a lot of tattoos on his body. I liked to admire them as we trained. Chase knew about the abuse I went through at home and offered the extra training. Of course, I accepted I would be stupid to say no.

It was now 11 pm, and I was on the field with Chase doing hand-to-hand combat when suddenly Chase stopped, his eyes were glazed over. I could tell he was in a mine link with someone.

“Lacey, you need to run,” he said.

"Run to the bunker now.”

"What? Why?"

" What is going on?" I asked,"

Chase came up to me, grabbing my arms.

“We are under attack Lacey, rogues have breached the borders, please run to the bunker, it is safe there, now go," he ordered.

I took off running, I looked over my shoulder and saw Chase shift into a big silver wolf with a black sock. His wolf was beautiful.

As I ran towards the bunker, I heard a growl and felt a sharp pain in my arm. I was slammed to the ground by a small brown wolf. I fight with the wolf the best I can. I try to remember my training and use it. His teeth came down biting into my arm. I screamed out in pain. Thinking back to my training with Chase, I used all my strength to throw the wolf off me and hurried to scramble to my feet. I went into a fighting position, keeping my eyes on the brown wolf. I was scared. This was the first time I had been in a fight with a rogue. The wolf jumped at me. I shot my hands out to defend myself. I tried to dodge the rogue, but his jaws caught my arm, his teeth tearing the flesh clean off my arm. I did not know what to do. He turned to attack again and this time I dodged him, he hit the tree. I watch as the wolf slowly stands back up, shacks out his fur, and starts to circle me. There was a loud growl which echoed through the trees. I looked to my right and saw a huge black wolf standing there growling at us. I screamed out in pain as the rogue once again bit down on my arm.

I felt more flesh, tearing off my arm, and heard my bone snap.

I felt the blood running down my arm. I looked up to see the black wolf with the Rogues neck in his jaws. With a single snap of his jaw, he had snapped the rogue's neck. Then the black wolf goes behind a tree and shifts. Stepping back out, he stood 6-foot 8in 285lb with shoulder-length black hair and green eyes, Alpha Blake. He was good-looking, I will admit it, but his attitude towards me made him ugly.

“Well, well, if it isn't the stupid orphan," he says.

"What the hell do you think you are doing out here, Lacey?"

“You are lucky I happen to be heading back to the packhouse where I was, or you could have been killed."

"Thank you for saving me, Alpha."

“Yeah, whatever,” he said,

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW” he yelled,

I took off running.

Alpha Blake

I was heading back to the packhouse after another rogue attack. That is the fourth one this month. It is getting to be a pain in my ass. I smelled another rogue and fresh blood. I heard growls, I looked up and saw a rogue with that stupid orphan Lacey. I moved closer, watching as she dodged the rogue. I saw her arm being slashed open. The rogue gets back up and my wolf, Marcus, growls.

"What the hell is Marcus? I asked him

"Why, are you growling?"

"I do not really know," he answered.

"But something in me is saying we have to help her.”

"No, no way, Marcus, just walk away, who cares about her? Just let the rogue kill her."

Then I hear Lacey scream, the rogue's jaw is around her arm, I hear a loud snap, my wolf, Marcus, bolts forward, grabbing the rogue around the neck and snapping it, dropping him dead to the ground.

Lacey stands there looking at us, sighs,

"Come on, Marcus, behind the tree."

We walk behind the tree and shift. I pull on a pair of shorts we have hidden in trees, then walk back out to where Lacey stands.

“Well, well, if it is not the stupid orphan."

"What the hell do you think you are doing out here, Lacey?"

"You are lucky I happen to be heading back to the packhouse when I was where he could have been killed."

I do not know why, but I just cannot seem to take my eyes off her. Over the years, she has gotten to be so damn beautiful. Those eyes of hers are so icy blue, I had never seen anything like them before, they were so mesmerizing, and her hair was so long and thick. Her body, oh my God. Wow! Snap out of it, man. She is a b***h, we hate her. I turned and headed back to the packhouse and to my girlfriend Kim.

Lacey

Running back to my house, I was holding my arm, it was bleeding badly. Blood was pouring down my arm, Chase's wolf Griffin jumped in front of me. I screamed.

"Oh my god, griffin, you scared me.”

Chase shifts back to his human.

“Lacey, what happened to you?"

" You are hurt." He said, all worried.

I told him how I never made it to the bunker and how I had to fight off the rogue the best I could and about how Alpha Blake showed up and killed him.

“ OK come on, we need to get your arm looked at now, I am taking you to the pack hospital,” Chase said with a worried look on his face.

"No, no, it is OK, I am fine," I protested.

“Lacey, you are losing a lot of blood, you need stitches, you do not have your wolf yet to heal you as I do, your bone is snapped, and you are missing half your skin," Chase argued.

I was about to argue back when my head spun, and everything went black.

Chase

I was walking back to my house when my wolf griffin smelled fresh blood mixed with Lacey's scent. We took off running in the direction of her scent. I jumped in front of Lacey to stop her. Lacey screams.

"Oh my God, griffin, you scared me," she said.

I shifted back to my human self, not caring I was naked.

“Lacey, what happened to you?"

"You, you are hurt."

"I never made it to the bunker,” she said, then went on to tell me about the rogue and Alpha Black saving her.

I was looking at her arm, the bite was deep and wide. She was losing a lot of blood. The bone was snapped, and half her skin was missing. Without her wolf, she cannot heal fast.

"We need to get your arm looked at now. I am taking you to the pack hospital,” I told her.

"No, no,” she said

" It is OK, I am fine."

“Lacey, you are losing a lot of blood, you need stitches, you do not have your wolf as I do yet to heal you, your bone is snapped, and you are missing half your skin."

She opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes rolled back in her head, and she started to fall.

With my werewolf speed, I caught her before she hit the ground.

"LACEY, LACEY,” I shouted. She did not move. I picked her up and ran with her to the pack hospital.

“Stay with me, my beautiful Lacey, please."

I barge through the hospital doors,

"HELP ME! " I yelled.

The nurse and the doctor ran up to me.

“Here, place her on this bed in this room here,” the doctor said.

I placed her down on the bed, stepping back out of the doctor’s way.

"Um, warrior Chase, just leave her here with us and go get some clothes on," the nurse giggled at me.

I had forgotten I was still naked.

“Oh, right, yes, OK,” I said.

I leaned down and kissed Lacey on the forehead. She never knew it, but I was head over heels in love with her. I loved every minute we spent together training and talking.

“I will be right back, Lacey," then I ran home to get clothes.

Lacey

I opened my eyes, then shut them fast. There was a bright light blinding me. I had to blink a few times before I was able to open my eyes. I turned towards the beeping sound to the right of me. I realized I was in the hospital. I looked to my left and saw Chase sitting there looking at his phone.

"Hey,” I said.

I giggled a bit when I saw Chase jump.

“Oh, my God! Lacey, you are awake, how are you feeling?" he asks.

"A little tired, but otherwise I am OK,” I said.

The door to my hospital room burst open, and Mr. Anderson barges in pissed off.

“You want to explain to me, why the hell you were out of the house tonight you b***h?" he asks.

“Hey, you do not talk to her that way, she got hurt tonight,” Chase said.

"I know she did," Mr. Anderson spat back.

“The doctor already told me, and he said she would be fine and can leave, so get your ass out of that bed and get dressed so we can go."

At that moment, the nurse came in and unhook me from the IV and monitors.

Chase passes me my clothes; I take them and go to the bathroom to change. As soon as I walked back out of the bathroom, I was grabbed and dragged out of the room and hospital by Mr. Anderson. I am in for a big punishment now.