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Strokes of the sun’s light hit my face as it provided me the warmth that I needed, it was just an ordinary day for me, where the weather is warm and inviting. I hear the melodious chirping of the birds outside of my window as they happily sing as I roll out of my Queen sized bed just like a bear finishing his hibernating days.

Hesitantly, I walk towards the bathroom as I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid of the sleepy state I am currently in.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I firstly looked at the mirror.

Ha! What an unpleasant face you have.

I said to the girl in front of me. Then I realized that it was me. How stupid.

I shook my head and slowly, I stripped off my clothes and went into the shower, I turned it on and my muscles relaxed as the warm water hits my body, sighing in content I washed my body and my hair.

After getting out of the bathroom, I went out of the bathroom and entered my bedroom, I picked out my outfit of the day which consisted of a dress, I dropped my towel as I put on my underwear and later on I also put on the dress, I went downstairs and was greeted by my loving family.

My big brother came and kissed my forehead as he said his happy “Good morning” as did my parents as they pull me into a hug, I reciprocated what they have done as I also said my greetings and hugged them back, my mouth watered as I stared at the delicious sight of food that was placed on the table.

My brother chuckled at my awe stricken face and ushered me to take a seat, I accepted it eagerly as I sat down but the chair was pulled back making me fall to the ground, my butt first, and let me tell you, it hurt, I glared at my brother who was laughing his ass off before he composed himself and helped me get up.

“Sorry baby girl, but you got to admit, it was hilarious” I glared at him again before I carefully sat down and ate breakfast with my family as we chatted on simple things.

“Scar face! Get your fucking fat ass down here this instant!” the loud and booming voice of my Alpha commanded and that was all it took before my body jutted out and immediately I regretted it as pain shot down on every part of my body, leaving a searing fire of pain behind, I whimpered as I bit my lip trying to contain my screams of pain.

“Scar face!” Alpha Cain, or should I say father, shouted once more making my eyes widen before I scurry out of the mattress I call my bed and getting out of my room, but not before my face landed on the floor.

I entered the bathroom and like a habit, I lifted my shirt to see bruises in different shapes and sizes, they were in an angry purple color, scars also marred my once flawless skin, curves and linings of scars where etched at my body, either left or right, up or down, there will always be a scar to be seen.

I stripped out of my clothes like I did in my dream and entered the shower, like in my dream, I turned on the shower and instead of warm water meeting my body it was cold water, but I didn’t shriek like most cliché girls would do, no, I am used to this so I feel the water as if it was warm water instead.

I quickly shower not even bothering shampooing my hair properly as I walk out of the bathroom, a thin worn-out towel wrapped around my body. I dropped the towel and took out the outfit I am going to wear today; it consisted of an overused baggy shirt and pants.

Not wanting to be scolded out a lot more, I hurry downstairs as I pass through the halls of the pack house and enter the large kitchen.

The other members of the pack living in the pack house stare at me disgustingly as they stare at me with their judgmental eyes, it may be because of my swollen right eye, or my busted lip, or maybe the angry red bruise below my left eye, or maybe it was just because of my mere presence.

I wish I could hide the bruises, but I couldn’t afford a concealer, nor do I even know how to apply it. I may put on too much or too little because of my lack of knowledge when it comes to things like that. So I just bowed my head in shame, I didn’t care about their stares, I didn’t woke up to please them anyways.

'Yeah, because you only woke up to do serve them'

My wolf, Myr, retorted with a tint of sarcasm and I couldn’t help but mentally laugh at her sassy attitude.

The first person that I saw was Alpha Cain, who stood intimidatingly as he scrutinized me with his dark, cold eyes; he then shook his head at me, as if he disapproves me, his own daughter.

“Well don’t just fucking stand there looking pathetic. Breakfast won’t just magically appear at the dining table, so start moving your fat ass” with that said he left the kitchen leaving me all alone.

I let out a relieved sigh, I know that he is my father but I couldn’t help but feel fear whenever he was around and being a scary and emotionless Alpha, it gave me more reason to get intimidated.

I pulled out the ingredients to make pancakes and with much protest; I started to work on making their breakfast.

You might be curious why my own pack members and even my beloved father hate me right? Well, to cut the story short, I didn’t exactly know why they hated me in the first place; I mean I must have done something wrong for them to hate me right? But as far as I know, I didn’t do anything that would make them treat me this badly, well except for making half of the kitchen burst out in flames and to my offense, it was not me who had started it.

Or maybe because they thought I was a mistake? All of my pack members thought that I was a mistake, a werewolf who couldn’t shift, but in truth, I can shift, no one just witnessed me shift for the first time, that memory of my first shift was excruciatingly painful that I’d rather not reminisce about it, and to top off my misery, I didn’t have any scent on me.

I don’t know why my other pack members couldn’t smell my scent, I mean I tried to smell myself but I could only smell the scent of a rotting fruit as my scent and that wasn’t a pleasing smell I tell you.

And because of that, my pack members start to pick on me, calling me names, bullying me and making me do their homework. And adding to that I am an omega, the weakest wolf in the pack, a runt, a useless wolf that is only useful for cleaning and making food for the pack.

But, that will all change when I will turn 18 in just a few days and I couldn’t get more excited.

I was going to meet my mate, most werewolves will meet their mates at the ripe age of eighteen but some wolves tend to meet their mate at an older age.

I would always dream of him, my mate, he would come in his mighty steed and he would take me away from this horrible people, he would love me unconditionally, he would accept me for who I am and would love all my flaws, one could hope.

After cooking breakfast, I set the cooked pancakes on the dining table and as if on cue people start to enter the dining room as they push me harshly with their shoulders making me stumble back.

I let out a sigh as I climb up the stairs to get ready for school, I am still in my Senior years and am going to graduate next year, I can’t wait to get out of that hellhole

Don't get me wrong I enjoy learning but I hate the people in school, and to add to my bad luck, the school I go to is full of my pack mates, my bullies, my tormentors.

As I enter my room, my eyes narrow at the sight of papers on the floor, the papers containing numbers that are needed to be solved, specifically my classmates’ assignments, as cliché as it sounds I am the ‘nerd’ of the school, the punching bag.

I let out a frustrated groan as I carefully sat on the cold floor, the equations were as easy as breathing, but my fellow classmates are too damn stupid to even figure out what the value of x is, idiots.

After answering the equations and checking them again I was done so I am going to prepare for school.

I shove all of the papers inside my worn out bag and made my way downstairs, I scanned the house before I darted out of the pack house and went to the familiar pathway to school.

It was a 20 minute walk since I didn’t have any transportation nor do I have someone to give me a ride to school and they wouldn’t let me ride inside saying that, “I am too fat for my own good and needed to have some exercise” but I like to think that I am fit enough to be called as a werewolf.

I do not train with the pack since they said that I didn’t need any trainings because let’s face it, I am an omega.

After 20 minutes of staring at the road as I walked, I come face to face with the familiar brick building I call my school.

I grimace as I let out a shaky breath, walking towards hell itself.