The Alpha’s Healer

I could hear them. The screams of my people, the never ending screaming and crying that often echoed in my mind. My head throbbed as I laid on the ground covered in my own blood. I was beaten badly, and thrown onto the ground in front of my father. The whole pack forced to watch the horror unfold before them. Alpha Richard Bastet was overthrowing our pack, and all because of me. He wanted to take me back to his pack to be his sons chosen mate when I came of age. I was only 10 years old, and my parents refused him at every turn. My mother was Cynthia Laurell and my father was Bastian Laurell. They were the Alpha and Luna of Rosemary Pack, and I was their only child the future of our pack fell into my shoulders. Before I even had the chance to become the leader I was meant to be, Alpha Bastet and his men raided our pack killing everyone and taking me by force back to their pack, Aster. My pack was small but beautiful, with a large lake, and small huts all the way around it. There were only 100 people in our pack, ours was one of the smallest. We were a close knit community everyone knew each other, and we all loved one another. Watching the pack burn down that night, seeing his men slaughtering men, women, and children, still makes my blood run cold. My heart beating out of my chest watching the life of my parents be taken right in front of me. My mothers silver eyes flashing to black as she tries to call out her wolf, but the wolfsbane they injected her and father with was enough to kill an elephant. Her silver hair flowing down, was now stained with her own blood. My fathers deep brown hair coming undone and falling to his shoulders. His brown eyes look to me with fear as I watch both of them slip away in front of me. I scream so loud I shake the whole pack, then everything goes black. I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt as though I was suffocating, my breaths fast and heavy, heart pounding in my chest. I wished for my mother to come into my room and sweep the hair from my eyes and tell me it was all just a bad dream, but I knew that could never happen again. Seeing them both die in front of me, was the worst pain I could ever experience. I was knocked out and brought back to the Aster pack to be an omega slave until I was of age to marry the alpha’s son. When they found me I was 10 years old but I was a very small child, I told them I was only eight years old. I needed the extra years to find a way out, and try to escape from this bloody place before I’m tied to it forever. “Alexia, get up! It’s time to make us breakfast!” A shrill voice called from outside my door. “You should have been up over an hour ago!” She yelled even louder before barging in seeing me covered in sweat and tears. Her long oily black hair laid flat on her head, and her deep blue eyes seemed to have a flick of anger in them at all times. Luna Erica, one of the biggest thorns in her side. “Of course, sorry to keep you all waiting.” I said sarcastically. “You should be, you know that your soon to be mate, and soon to be Alpha Perry, is having his alpha ceremony in a few days and there is much left to do. How are we supposed to plan when we all have empty stomachs. Now get up, clean yourself, because you’re disgusting, and go cook our breakfast!” Screams Luna Erica as she slams the door behind her. I reluctantly crawl out of my bed, which was really just a disgusting, old mattress that was a hand me down from the soldiers barracks. “At least you have a bed.” Chimes Lyria in my head. “They could have forced you to sleep on the floor.” “Yeah!” I shoot back,” I should be so thankful to the people the murdered our family, burnt down our home, and kidnapped us for their son to make ‘the strongest’ alpha children with!” I snap back at her. I love having my wolf, but why did mine always seem to be against me? She retreats to the back of my mind, leaving me with my thoughts and the images from my nightmare. I looks around my “room” which was really just a walk in closet beside the bathroom. I just loved constantly being next to a bathroom, always getting to hear everyone using it all day, and getting the smell that crept through the vents. My life here was unbearable, I was forced to work constantly, they didn’t give me a real room or bath. The last time I had used a bath or shower was eight years ago before I was brought here. I missed it, and could barely remember what it felt like. I grabbed my bucket and a wash cloth and walked to the bathroom. They only had working cold water on the bottom floor, so I always had to take cold sponge baths. I filled up the bucket and locked the door, stripping off my clothes and laying them neatly on the sink beside me. I use the bar of soap they gave me for this month and begin washing myself off with the cold water and cloth. I dip my hair into the bucket and wash it with the soap bar. I wring it out, and grab a towel from the shelf wrapping it around me, then dump my dirty water into the sink. I grab the bucket and put my washcloth and soap back into it, and pack it back to my room along with my clothes. I hastily run back in closing the door behind me, and grabbing my other set of clothes, which were hand me downs from some low leveled omegas who were nice enough to give me their worn out clothes. An old baggy almost destroyed t-shirt, and a pair of worn out leggings. They weren’t allowed to give me any undergarments, only outerwear. I felt disgusting at all times, not even being able to be properly dressed just added to my embarrassment. I brush out my long dark brown hair with my fingers, and grab an old rubber band to tie it with. I quickly braid it, it falls all the way down to my backside, even in my braid. My eyes were silver like my mothers, it’s all I could remember of them was their looks. My childhood completely gone and replaced with the torment of having to be here, with this goddess forsaken pack. My skin was pale from being forced to live in this small pack house, they never allowed me to go outside. Ironically I turn 19 on the day of Perry’s alpha ceremony but they didn’t know that. They don’t even know when my birthday is, they think I will be turning 17 soon. Thank goddess I couldn’t imagine being forced to mate with Perry. He was an awful person, and he was one of the people who abused me the most. Their constant torment was too much for me. He just turned 18, and I’m lucky enough that we’re not actually mates so that way he can’t sense my wolf. It was my greatest fear that I’d somehow be mated to him, but so far I haven’t felt the mate bond. I’m not even sure what it would feel like. For all of these eight years they have beat me, and cut me with silver knives and loved to torment me with non lethal amounts of wolfsbane just to make my life here miserable. I had scars all over my body, and had many broken bones that didn’t set right. I can still feel the offset of my leg that was broken last month, which has now given me a limp. I go to my door and open it up walking into the hall, when suddenly I’m pushed to the floor. “Watch where you’re going moron!” Perry shouted in my face. His short dusty brown hair looked to be almost the same color as his freshly tanned skin. His eyes were a deep blue, that looked evil my eyes. I stand to my feet brushing off the dirt which was now on my hands. I look up to meet his gaze, something that no one else here dared to do. “You ran into me Perry, you know, if you’re this stupid and rude this pack is going to be run into the ground. Maybe you should really think about being a better person before you even dream of taking over as alpha!” I shout in his face. A slap can be heard throughout the hallway as I’m knocked back onto the floor. “You dumb b****! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” He shouts back, kicking me in the ribs and knocking the breath out of me. I feel my ribs crack and know that at least one of them is broken. “Learn your place!” He says, walking away content with his work. I pant for a moment, cradling my ribs and I try to stand slowly. “Damn that hurts!” I mutter under my breath. “You shouldn’t fight with them.” Says Lyria softly in my head. “You make things worse for yourself when you fight back.” She mutters before moving to the back of my mind and blocking me out. Cruel wolf, making me heal myself, I know she only does it to make sure they don’t notice that I have my wolf, but these broken ribs are going to hurt for a while. They refuse to let me see the pack doctor, saying that it would be a waste anyways seeing as how I’m born from two alpha’s and therefore will heal on my own eventually. They think that being born from an alpha male, and an alpha female is enough to make a powerful wolf, and expect me to breed with their son like a rabbit to produce an assortment of powerful alpha pups. I gagged at the thought of it. I make my way to the kitchen which is down the hall from my “room” and begin making a large amount of bacon, eggs, sausage, and biscuits with white gravy. I had to make food for the entire alpha, beta, and gamma families, and serve it all. I made three large platters of food and set out the plates and forks on each table. I lay out their platters on each of the three tables in the dining room, and ring the bell in the kitchen signaling that breakfast is done. The families come in from the living area still chatting on as they always do. They sit down at their respective tables and begin inhaling their food. They’re done so much faster than I made it, then they’re all off again, the family heads talking about the alpha ceremony and the young children running outside to play, the older kids going to training. Here I am left to clean up after them. I stack the dishes and take them back into the kitchen. I wipe off the tables, then walk back to the kitchen and begin washing all of the dishes from breakfast. Suddenly I hear the kitchen door open and shut, my heart begins to pound as I feel a presence walk up behind me. “You know. We don’t feed you enough.” Perry says, walking up behind me and putting his hands on my waist, looking at the fact my body is almost all skin and bones. “I’ll have to get mother and father to allow you to eat more before you turn 18. I need my mate to have more,” he pauses for a moment, wrapping his hand into my hair and sniffing it. “Curves.” He finally spits out. It’s their fault I’m so small, they barely fed me, and wouldn’t let me train or even go on runs. If they’d let me do something besides clean, they think I’ll rebel against them. Even my height was stunted at 5’2, so I normally got berated and beaten for just being a small easy target. Little did they know that I planned to escape the night of the alpha ceremony. “Maybe you should get out of the kitchen. I may be underweight, but I’m also underage you creep!” I spit back at him, lying of course, he has taken advantage of me a few times. I may be 18, but it doesn’t make it any less horrible. His eyes flash black and his wolf takes over, he punches me in the face busting my lip open, blood pours down my chin. He knocks me into the floor and punches me again, my lip bleeding even more now. I just keep calm and look at him. “Learn your place, pig!” He spits at me. He kicks me in the ribs again cracking some on the other side. I let out a slight gasp and grab my side as he walks away, he turns as he makes it to the door and says,” Hopefully you’ll heal fast, I’m going to present you as my future chosen Luna at my Alpha Ceremony.” He pushes the door open and struts back out hollering after his father. I spit out a little blood, and now know how bad my injuries are. I gasp when I stand up holding pressure on my ribs, I lean up against the counter and just try to take in a deep breath. My breath hitches and I feel a sharp pain in my ribs. Yeah, he broke more, and Lyria can’t heal me or they’ll know I have my wolf. “This is going to be the worst!” I thought to myself. I finished cleaning the dishes and then went to the bathroom next to my “room”. I rinsed off the blood in the sink then decided to lay down until it was time to cook lunch. This is my horrible life, I wish that all of this will end! I can’t wait until the Alpha Ceremony, then and there I’m making a break for it! I’m leaving this pack of my own accord, or in a body bag, and honestly I don’t care which one anymore.