CHAPTER 1
1001 Words
Christie's POV
The sound of the plate in my hands crashing filled the room as I fell along with it, with a very hard force and some of the broken glass ended up piercing my hands.
A whimper of discomfort made its way pit of my lips as the pain surged through my entire body. I didn't know what I did go deserve all the pain and maltreatment I was going through.
"I asked you to make me rice pudding Christie. Just a random rice pudding and you are unable to make it? What is your use in this house if you can't get orders correctly?" Abigail barked at me before scoffing. "I can't believe this, she made me banana pudding mother. I am allergic to bananas."
"Are you trying to kill my only daughter for me? Just because you don't have a mother doesn't mean you should kill those who have one." My foster mother screamed at me and I bowed my head in apologies.
"I am… very sorry." I choked, trying hard to control my tears. "I thought Miss Abigail said banana pudding."
"You liar. Everyone in this house knows Abigail is allergic to bananas." She screamed at me, hitting me hard and tears rolled down my eyes.
Abigail specifically told me to make her banana pudding to take out and I didn't expect her to use it against me now. But what was I expecting, they all hated me and she hated me the most. She would do anything to get rid of me for good.
"Get out of my sight and pack the mess you made before I tear your face with the broken glass." Abigail rolled her eyes and I hurried packed the mess and cleaned it up. "And make me my rice pudding."
"Yes miss." I bowed before rushing into the kitchen, and as I got there, I fell to my knees and burst into tears.
I hated my life so much. I don't know why I have to live this life I didn't deserve at all. At a very young age, I was abandoned and I had to come to live with this foster family who didn't have a child when I got here but a year after, they had Abigail and showed their true colors to me.
They showed me that they hated me and I was nothing good to them now that Abigail existed and Abigail didn't fail to rub it in my face to make matters worse, I was the one with all the looks and everywhere no matter how dressed I am back then, I was always complimented but now, everyone knew me as the weak omega.
My wolf had always been weak since the first day I shifted and I cared for her as much as I could. I believed I wasn't just any kind of omega and my wolf wasn't weak even though everything about my wolf says otherwise.
I hated the life I was living and I just wanted to run away but I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Being a weak omega, I would be of no use to anyone in or outside of the pack.
Every single person mocked and called me names if they realized my wolf was weak and although my wolf was much more beautiful than Abigail's, she was complimented for it a lot but it still drove her crazy that I was originally more beautiful than she was.
As I started to make her rice pudding, I could hear my foster father laughing with Abigail and my foster mother and my expression dropped. I had never felt among, never.
"Christie." I heard my foster father call and I hurriedly rushed over to him.
"Yes Father…" Before I could finish, he hit me hard and I fell to my knees, holding my stinging cheek, tears filling my eyes.
"How dare you try to kill my daughter. They were right, you are nothing but a good-for-nothing weak omega." He spat angrily and my heart stung along with my cheek. "You have always been a waste of space right from the beginning and now I know my decision was right to receive the p*****t on you." He said and I looked up at him in confusion.
"Oohh yes, you've been living in my house for years, now it is time for you to earn back everything I've done for you and I am giving you to Lycan King Damien." He said and I shook my head slowly in disagreement.
"No father. No, you can't do this. He will kill me. Please reconsider." I begged with tears streaming down my cheeks.
Every single person in the country knew Lycan King Damien was a monster and no woman who went near him ever survived once. Now I was being sold to him for my death.
"You are just going there to bear him an heir and then he will let you go." My foster father said and Abigail laughed.
"That's if she will make it alive after the child." Abigail laughed and her mother laughed after her. "At least there will be more space for an additional person in this pack if he kills you."
They all left me there, crying, not caring about my feelings at all. They didn't care if I was good at it or not, he just sold me to a monster and expected me to be good at it.
I knew I had to leave this place before the day I would be leaving even came at all. I had to run and run as far away as I could.
Dying outside was better than dying in Lycan King Damien's hands.
Immediately after the sunset, I gathered my things and started to run as fast as I could. I need to get away from them.
My footsteps quickened as I ran down the road, not caring where I was going. I just wanted to escape.
"Christie, stop right there."
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