Beastly

Chapter 1

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"Get up and go clear the dining table Ava. Everyone's done with breakfast." I jumped at the sound of

the voice and looked at the cook through my long dead-looking red hair. It acted as a curtain but it did

nothing to protect me from the harsh glare and eyes filled with disgust staring straight at me.

"Y-Yes Ma'am."

I hurriedly scrambled up from the floor that I was scrubbing, thanking God that I didn't fall back on my

face. I turned and placed the sponge in the sink, rinsing in record time. I turned back to face her and

bowed my head.

I walked out or more like ran out of the kitchen and towards the dining. The place as always was a

mess since the people who occupied the house were a pack of animals, specifically werewolves. The

pack had just had breakfast in the packhouse and I was as always left to clean up alone. I began to

pick up plates and snuck some leftovers in my mouth since that was all I ever got to eat during the

span of 24 hours. Pathetic, wasn't I? But hey, this was my life and as much as I loathed it and as pitiful

as it was, I still wanted to continue breathing air and living and hoping that one day I would just be free.

That's what my brother would have wanted.

Before my life got worse; sadly my life had always been bad, all I had was my big brother who I stayed

in a foster home with. He died suddenly at the age of 13 when I was only 8 years old. But this Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

happened 10 years ago and no matter how much I cried for someone to bring him back to me every

night, I knew it was never going to happen. I would be turning 18 in two days and being excited is the

least way to describe how I was feeling. I was practically ecstatic because I would find my mate and

shift. I wouldn't be alone anymore and I would finally have someone who would hold onto me no matter

what.

I had come into this pack as a foster kid. The foster home I was in was shutting down and I didn't have

anywhere else to go, so my caretaker decided to bring me here. I can't exactly say I was welcomed

with open arms. Everyone looked down on me, the dirty looking girl with ginger red hair and forest

green eyes. I was malnourished, still am malnourished, skinny and the only thing I saw when they

looked at me was disgust and as the years went by, they all began to have a reason to hate me. Not

like I knew why they did. I was treated like a slave but I still went to school. However, the Alpha of the

pack; Alpha Richard Harrison pulled me out when I was 14 and I officially became the pack's female

dog. I became the female dog of the Blue Moon pack.

They treated me like trash, taunted me. Kept their children away from me. I had to sleep in the attic at

the top of the packhouse. They pulled at my hair. Never could I or would I really call this place my

home. Never. Because it wasn't. I had to wear run down clothes that were not-so-white anymore and I

had a few other clothes that I had picked from the trash can.

But all these weren't the main reasons why I hated this place so much. There was one reason why I

had ugly scars all over my body that did nothing but make my skin even more horrible than it was. One

reason why I cried myself to sleep every night. One reason why I looked at myself in the mirror every

morning and considered ending my pathetic life and that reason went by the name...

"What the hell are you doing?" I froze with the numerous plates in my hands and bowed my head in

submission. The small bacon bit I chewed slowly went down my throat and I hoped and prayed and

begged that he hadn't noticed.

"G-Good morning. A-Alpha Ha-Harrison." I squeaked

Well, he wasn't exactly the alpha yet. His father was but in two days' time, that would change.

This.....man was going to become the next alpha right on my birthday.

I didn't dare look up at my nightmare and had to keep myself from crying there on the spot.

"I asked you a question." He said and I heard his voice even closer, indicating that he had moved

towards me.

I whimpered.

"I'm c-clearing up A-Alpha." I said

"Then why might I ask was your mouth moving?" his voice was eerily calm and my breath got caught in

my throat

I didn't know how to answer him. I couldn't say the truth and I couldn't tell a lie. My pulse quickened and

I know he noticed, he never missed a thing.

"I-I-I..." I was suddenly caught off as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it. A yelp escaped me

and caught off guard, my grip on the plates went loose and they crashed to the floor.

Tears sprang up in my eyes and my hands went up to clutch my head. It hurt so much. I felt as though

he would rip it right from my head. My knees buckled together and the only sound that I could hear was

my small whimpers and my erratic heartbeat. I waited for his next move as I could feel him watching

me, his grey eyes staring into my very soul. He did nothing for a whole minute and I actually began to

think he would have mercy on me, maybe he would let me off with a warning. But no, he wasn't

merciful...

Because the next minute, he pushed me to the ground and my knees came in contact with the floor

that was covered with broken pieces of plates. An ear-piercing scream filled the room and it took a

while for me to realize that it was my own. The large pieces cut into the skin of my knees and I tried so

desperately to stand up but he just put more pressure on me as he pressed me down from my head.

I felt the pieces go through my muscles. I felt the blood start to gush out and pool at my feet. He pulled

my hair back and I gasped as I saw his face over mine, calm, yet his eyes held a wicked promise and

an emotion I was so familiar with; hatred.

The door that led to the kitchen burst open and I looked up to see the cook.

"What is going on in...!" she stopped short when she caught sight of Alpha Harrison and me

I thought that she would at least show a little sympathy but her big brown eyes lit up and a smile graced

her face.

"Oh, it's just you Alpha Harrison." Her voice sounded as if she wanted to tempt him. She acted like I

wasn't her bleeding in the hands of this monster.

He grunted and I glanced at him only to find his intense gaze on me. He wasn't even giving her a single

glance. My breath caught in my throat and I gulped. I looked back at Peyton and saw her glaring at me.

I knew why.

Peyton Day had been trying to get Alpha Harrison's attention since like forever. She even went as far

as becoming the cook for the packhouse so she could be closer to him and serve him meals by herself.

Peyton was convinced that Alpha Harrison was the one for her and he was her real mate. She warned

off all the pack females that were old enough to be recognized by the Alpha as a potential mate and

that means all females 18 and over. All his attention was currently on me and here she was trying to

get him to spare her a look. And she hated it that way.

Well, I wished she got the attention. That way I wouldn't have to be suffering this way. I wanted to wish

so badly that she was the one in this position but even I couldn't wish what was happening to me upon

my worst enemy. I could never bring myself to do that. Ever.

I groaned and whimpered as he pulled my hair again. I felt like dying, so much. Anything to take me

away from what I felt at this moment.

"You'll learn a lesson today Ava." He spat, my name dripping off his tongue in an acidic bitterness.

My heart hammered even faster if that was even possible and I watched as a cruel smirk found its way

on Peyton's face. I wasn't ready for what happened next though. I don't think I would be even if they

told me it was going to happen.

He began to drag me swiftly with me still on my knees and screamed. I screamed so much that all the

werewolves for the next 20 miles would probably hear me. I screamed and cried as I saw my blood

following me and by the time he had stopped dragging, I was a heap of sobs, clutching my thighs and

groaning from the pain.

I looked up and I cried even more as I recognized the room to the door he had opened.

"Start crawling." He said monotonously

He let go of my hair and through my tears and pain, I crawled into the room that offered me only one

thing: my possible death. I heard the door shut behind and I gulped.

The whips and canes lined the walls, some looking like works of art but nothing more than an epitome

of destruction. Chains were everywhere, the fireplace burned and iron rods were there, over them,

already heated to be used. The torture room.

I was surely going to die today, wasn't I?

He pulled my hair and forced head to look up but I closed my eyes to avoid meeting his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, p-please d-don't hurt m-me." I cried weakly and a hand connected with my cheek.

I didn't dare say anything else, I just cried more.

"Don't you dare ask for forgiveness you pitiful weakling." He said.

I sniffed and raised my hands to my head when he gave a powerful pull. An Alpha had the power of ten

normal werewolves put together. He could kill me now if he wanted but then he wouldn't have anyone

to torture. No, he wouldn't satisfy himself by killing me. He wanted me to live and suffer.

"Now Ava, me and you are going to have a little fun."

I heard the evil smirk, I didn't need to see it. I didn't want to see it. Because I knew that for every shaky

breath I took; for every lash that came down on my back; for every scar that was left on my cheek; for

every single scream and for every single tear I shed, I would always remember what he sounded like

and remember him for what he truly was...

The Beast...

The Beast that would haunt me forever.