Married to the Alpha Werewolf

Jessica Thomas had always loathed the two-story house she lived in, in Yorkshire, England. With its awful pissy smell, aged, almost rotting walls, and a roof that can't even keep out the weather. A c**k roach scattered across the left wall, trying to satisfy itself from the crumbles of food that had fallen on the floor weeks ago. "Pj, can you please turn that down? I have work later,'' Janice fussed, but her brother turned his music up louder and sang. Jessie and her two sisters, Kimberly and Janice, shared the same room along with their brother, Peter Jr. Where Peter had the biggest bed to himself, while Janice, the oldest, tried to slumber on the floor in an old sleeping bag. Leaving the narrower bed to Jessie and Kimmy, who had to huddle together to fit in. Peter sang louder and louder, which irritated everyone more and more, but the worst part was, they couldn't hurt the golden boy. In fear of what their father might do to them, so they just had to remain there until he fell asleep. This was a place where Jessie felt irritable, unsafe, and hated. The only person she was close to was her sister, Kimmy. Other than that, she tried to avoid everyone at best, specifically her father. The callous and abusive Peter Senior. A fifty-four-year-old man who cared about nothing but his money and alcohol, not even his wife that he had been married to for forty-two years. She was nothing but another person to him, only making him food and having s*x with him when bored. "Janice, you worthless sl*t. Time to get up, and you had better make sure you come back with my money tonight.'' Peter Sr. Kicked the door in and shouted. Janice jumped off the floor before he could kick her. She stumbled in her half-sleeping state then rushed to the bathroom. Where she took a quick shower in the freezing water, even though it was summer, that still didn't take the chill off. "And you too. Don't assume I'll let you off so easily. You failed, and I lost a great deal of money because of you and your nonsense about being a virgin." Peter Sr. grabbed Jessie by the hair, then threw her on the ground. "Dad, Jessie told me I'm a swine and threatens to break my iPad.'' Pj lied, simply because he had a special pick for Jessie and loved seeing her get hit. Peter Sr. Eyes flashed, then he stamped on Jessie, bringing his massive size eleven boot down to her side. Watching it all played out, and not able to stand with their father anymore. Kimmy ran to Jessie's rescue, trying to fight off the six-foot-two man with her small five-foot-inch frame. Peter Sr. hustled Kimmy back, where she hit the wall and fell to the ground. She lies there for a while, then gets up to attack him again when he was distracted by Jessie, who lied there taking the hits. She had had enough and couldn't bother to fight back. Jessie had a plan to leave. All she needed to do now was find a way to pack the little she had and never come back. Despite Jessie being a lovable, caring, and helpful curvy brunette, that wasn't enough for much people to give her the love and respect she displayed in return. She was always overlooked, taken advantage of, or hated for not being able to fulfil someone's absurd wish. Jesse walked over to the small window of the nasty bathroom to reflect on her deprived surroundings. The moon shone like light bulbs, mocking her and Janice of what they are about to do. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of her father, the malicious brute hairy legs and greasy legs was already communicating with men to be potential buyers. Jessie gulped, she was not prepared for this. "Yow, Jessie. You best be ready before dad gets back, yeah.'' Janice slurred, already buzzed from the drug she took to prepare her for the night. As Jessie stepped back into the room and Peter came inside, she could see the glint in his eyes. "Listen to me you, you who*es, fu*k this up and you are dead.'' Peter said close to Janice's face. "And you, Dave told me he gave you twenty pounds. Where is it?." Peter bellowed in a sinister tone. He slammed his fist against Jessie's chest with the force, she fell back between the open door. "I frigging hate you, Peter Thomas." Jessie Spat, glaring up at him with nothing but hate. Kimmy looked at Jessie, even more stressed and worried than before. She had her fingers wrapped tightly around an old teapot, ready to strike Peter with it. "Peter, I don't have the money," Jessie replied. But she did, she had it hidden under the floorboard in the bathroom, close the to sh*t stain. They looked at each other, like two kaleidoscopic Peter's eyes glowed. In that moment, Jessie was glad that the man standing before her wasn't the man he was before. But that still didn't stop him from slapping her across the face. "Make sure that you come return with one hundred pounds or else don't come back." Peter hissed. Which was what Jessie wanted to hear, she had no intention of returning. Which was why she dropped her bag out the bathroom window, hoping that no nosey bum doesn't take it away. Jessica studied Peter's sloppy looks and curvy toenails. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She apologised in pitying tones. Peter looked irritable. Jessica could actually hear Peter's heart racing, of course her sorry wasn't good enough. "Get out." Peter shouted, before slamming Jessie's head against the wall. Not even a shot of lemon drop could calm Jessica's nerves tonight, she doubted running away could solve it either. Peter and his disgusting friends would find her anywhere she went.