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down like a collapsed building, it would have been different if my misfortune were to have been cursed by my own hands but rather it wasn't, and it hurt to suffer because

my pack, my clan and now this home had become my personal prison, a cage where I have been cast into and a place where I was now treated like a piece of trash, less than a werewolf of my birthright, a

any kind, it would be a taboo, not that anyone would even help me to even begin with. I Louisiana Reynolds the once cherished daughter of the Former Beta Darius

s mate, my mother Rita Reynolds who died at childbirth at exactly Three years ago from today. Usually it was rare for a werewolf to die during childbirth but my mothe

pup, and his mate, while I had

ength, the entire pack commended his strength as well, but we were all wrong, my father had only been good in hiding his pain when he was in front of

watched him unknowingly slip into the state of madness until he had committed the greatest offense of all time in werewolves laws, my father had raped and brutally murdered another's mate and to make things

had been the words of my Alpha, Alpha Samuel, an Alpha that had once cherished me like a daughter, an Alpha that had once

had done up until his death, even has his head had been ripped off from his body, he had no idea what he ha

hom had been raped and killed by my own father, he was the one that ripped out his head and when he was done, he turned to face me, there was this redness in his face, this unquenchable anger deep in his eye balls and at that m

olfs bane laced chains multiple times across my bare back that still today I c couldn't think to remember, the scars of the flogging still painted across my back like a disgraced animal. I remember the blood and me calling out for help, and Alpha Samuel had stripped me of my title as a Bet

f form, since I had been condemned to a life as an omega and a pack slave, I had been fed little amount of wolfs bane to suppress my wolf and as a result I have not been able to feel my wolf properly and transform even if I had the opportunity to and it has also

the open to do my chores around the pack and when I was done, I would be escorted back by one of th

years I had dreamed and wished everything to be s dream as I slept at night but as the burning sun rays hit

guard marched into the my dungeon walls with a suspicious smile on his face that brought shiver down my spine, I know then what is to come, his sickening smile widened,

routine for a year now still I begged hoping that he would spare me

skin. The inserted his two fingers in my parts forcefully and I let out a scream. "Shut up or I will kill you!" he snapped and he realized his parts cupping it in his hands as he pumped his parts and drove violently into my parts groaning louder as hot tears ran down my cheeks. This has been a routine for the passed one year at least one time in a week and thrice at most ,