The Triplet Alphas Abused Mate

Chapter 2: Prologue

Chapter Two

Jasira Sanders POV

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I looked at the shining moon which was bright tonight, maybe it was just in my head. I looked down at myself, my hands were bruised, and I couldn't even fist my palms close without wincing out of pain. When all this started, I used to beg the moon goddess to show mercy on me. I begged every night after I was scolded, abused, and made to starve by my stepmother Karen. But nothing happened. I don't think I'm even meant to be here or among the wolves.

Ever since my mother died, leaving me and my twin brother alone, our life turned upside down. My father, who used to treat me nice, turned bitter after my mother's death, blaming her death as my fault when I was only twelve. Perhaps my face haunted him because I looked more like my mom, I had her same eyes, which were dark blue in the color. My long brown hair matched hers, we would have looked like twins if she's alive and that I had grown up now. But I am not sure what I did to take his wrath, his cruel treatment or let alone his hatred.

He's my father, I loved him so deeply and my mother used to adore him. Now I don't even recognize him. I have stopped addressing him as my father a long time ago. I have nothing left for him, I hate myself for the way my life turned upside down, and I hate him for letting me alone when I needed him the most.

Furthermore, I hate that he didn't see my pain and chose to move on, willing his kids behind.

I turned nineteen two days ago. It was my birthday, but I had no one wish me. My father at least used to look at me and bear my presence before, but when I didn't shift at the age of sixteen like all others in the pack, he showed his disappointed in me as he let my stepmother officially promote me as a slave to the house without even giving me a second glance.

I am a failure, this world of werewolves would never be kind to someone like me.

I thought I would shift when I turned eighteen, that's what the old ladies in the omega house told me. It gave me hope, being the daughter of the alpha I hoped I would be able to shift and find a strong wolf who would have my back but I didn't.

Karen said that I was too weak to be a werewolf and doubted my mother's faithfulness to my father because she said I was a human, without a wolf. I couldn't argue because I had no clue who I was, but I hated the way she had defamed my mother, so for the first time I spoke back.

In order to get back to me, she started abusing my sick brother who is the same as my age but he is mentally unstable and needs his medicine. And I had to fall to her feet, begging her to give my brother the medicine that was needed. I couldn't believe, in my eyes, the way people can use your weakness to hurt you.

I feel angry, but mostly I feel disappointed in life.

Over the years, I have had enough of nightmares which make it impossible for me to sleep and at days, it's impossible for me to rest with Karen around. My half sister Felicia is also just like her mother.

Everyone hates me, I'm their punching bag. And all these days I have kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to be rebellious and have them take their hatred against my innocent brother who wouldn't know a thing to protect himself from the bullies.

But I can't blame them. Maybe this is just my fate. And the moon goddess must have hated me when she gave me this life, the alpha's daughter who is treated as a slave.

I am not like any of the members in the silver moon pack, where my father is the alpha. Even the pack members hate me and think I'm the curse for their alpha's perfect family. I have had them call me names and try to belittle me every time I go out. That's why I always stay hidden in the pack house and only step out when I know no one would be around.

At night, when the whole pack is asleep I find my peace, few minutes of fresh air fall on my bruised skin as I run around the forest. But each night I feel worse, I feel agitated.

I have had enough. Maybe I am just a human, who is weak and ugly as I am told. Being the pack's most hated person, I don't have a mate, unlike Felicia who is already in love. She has a mate who treats her nice, his name is Gavin.

It must be nice to have someone love you and since a little girl my mother used to tell me she was sixteen when she met my father. I remember the way she called my father as the love of her life, and how she was so in love when I was born.

I wish she could see me now and tell the same, at least say that it's not my fault that my life is this way. But she's gone.

At times I wished it was me who would die in the rogue attack which took my mother away while trying to protect me. I wish I would have just died that day, instead she gave her life and left me behind here.

Maybe this place, this palace isn't for me.

That's why I have decided to leave with my brother. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I will figure it out. Because I can't let my brother stay in here without giving him the help he deserves, and definitely I can't be their punching bag anymore.

I'd rather starve than let Karen belittle me anymore. I'm terrified of my decision but after years of feeling lost, abused and broken you know you have to do better. Maybe not for my sake but for my brother Justin who doesn't deserve to be looked down for his disability.