ears

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ater on my body. I woke up startled. I looked at who

said, bowing shakily. I

hem all with your hands. The washing machine spoils my clothes, and I want them ironed a

dragged my hair and slammed my head on the wall. Then, she

ing my eyes. You can't cry out, Octavia; she is going

oor, crying and cursing my cruel fate. She was my best friend. Everyone would have been saved if I had not run a

g my outburst. My mother died from losing her mate three weeks after my dad died. The pack turned me into their slave. I turned to their punchi

e their mate, and the mate recognizes her as well, so I found out on his birthday. If the female mate is not yet 16, he can't recognize her. He called me.

still there. I go through the heat every month. My body hurts whenever they get intimate, and they always do it occasionally. But after everything he is doing, I still hope he will one day lov

ly. I am too filthy for that. I carried my weak self up, limping to my small bathroom, which consisted of a shower. There is no soap for bathing, and I can't buy one because I don't have the money. I can only wait unti

dining room. I started serving as usual; some kicked me, while some tripped me "coincidentally." Some ignored me, and some laughed at me. I am already used to it, so it doesn't bother me much, I just serve them and leave. Alpha and Luna came to the dining room. The

nt," he said, looking

r to you,

ng widely. She turned and fac

nally lost my mate. There is nothing I can do. All hope is gone. The pack members were jubilating. I quietly walked out and went to my tiny room. I sat down and cried

any longer. I sneak out of the dining room and run to my basement. I picked up my bag, my mum's jewelry, and our picture frame, and then I sneaked into the kitchen and took some food. They were all jubilating, so they did not notice me. I ran to the border. If I step out, I lose all connections with the pack and my mate forever. I looked at the house

Pack," with that being said, I stepped out o