Chapter One

Six months ago. 

Aliya . 

There were loud noises in my head and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. But the noises got closer and closer, I slowly opened my eyes looking around confused, that's when I saw him, my father standing over my bed.

"Get up!" he yelled as he started kicking and throwing things around. 

Completely in shock, I immediately sat up wondering what was going on when he grabbed my arm roughly pulling me off the bed. He dislocated my arm in the process and I shrieked in pain as tears started running down my eyes.

This was not the first time he was being abusive to me, I should have gotten used to it by now. But every time he did it still hurt like the first time he laid his hands on me. 

I looked at the my bedside clock, it was still pretty early, so why was he so mad and angry at me? 

"You better get ready young lady and join me in the living room in the next ten minutes." he said before storming out. 

He was always angry about something, but this seemed different, personal even. 

My arm was still in so much pain as I tried to get up and out on a dress. I tried for a while but quickly gave up. 

I was in too much pain. 

"What are you sitting there for? Didn't you hear what your father said?" my step Sister Janelle said from the door, as she looked at my room like it was some kind of dumpster. 

"Go away Janelle." I said ignoring her. 

"You do know they are here for you right?" she said changing the subject. 

"I did not say you can come in." I said as I saw her take more steps into my room. 

"After today, you will be married and gone, and this will be my closet." she said with a huge smirk on her face. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused. 

"Oooh, you don't know? 

" Don't know what Janelle?"

"That the men downstairs are here for you, your future husband is in the living room right now."

I was about to tell her to shut up, she had no idea what she was talking about, when we both heard my father yelling from downstairs. 

Ever since my mother died, my father had lost all his patience. Especially when it came to me, he blamed me for everything that happened that night. Some part of me knows he wishes it had been me that had died instead of her. 

She was his mate, his only true love. 

Shortly after mom died, my dad started drinking and gambling, that's when he started the physical abuse. And then he married my step mother and adopted her daughter Janelle. 

Janelle was everything my father wished I was. Her wolf came as soon as she turned sixteen, but I was almost twenty and I still had no wolf, and my father hated that, he said I was just a nobody, a human. Because compared to our word, werewolves are greater than wolves, and my mother was human. 

My father used to be among the most powerful alpha's, but loss does something to you. Now our pack was rolling with debts. 

Janelle walked away from my room, still laughing sarcastically.

She was the epitome of beauty with her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. 

I always assumed she would be the first to get married, every man wanted her every alpha wanted to make her their luna.

Which is why it came as a shock, when I saw one of the most feared and we'll respected alpha and the man every woman was after sitting in the middle of our living room. Maybe Janelle was wrong after all, I thought to myself as I walked up to where they were gathered. 

I tried to hide how much pain I was in from him twisting my arm. He hated it when I let people find out that he was abusive to me. 

"Is this her?" one of an older man who seemed to be around my father's age said looking at me like a piece of meat. 

"Yes she is, her name is Aliya and she is a good girl." my father said proudly, probably the first time I had ever seen him genuinely proud. 

"She has good hips, thats good for child birth. She will give my son an heir."

I almost choked on my own saliva. 

"Are you okay?" the man who had been quiet all along spoke up, directly turning his head to look at me. I would recognize him anywhere, Alpha Kai Ballard. 

"I am sorry, I am fine." I stuttering a little. 

What I really wanted to say was, I didn't want to get married or have children. But instead I just smiled like a little girl. 

The rest of the conversation was lost on me. I had drifted off from the actual conversation, I knew the decision was already made. So I sat there as they talked. 

"Aliya," my father called after what seemed like forever, "This is going to be your husband, don't embarrass me." he said as the two older men got up and I was left there with the man that was going to be my husband, looking at each other awkwardly. 

Something about him felt familiar, like I knew him before or from somewhere. 

" You are not thrilled to be married to me are you?" he said. 

"It's just unexpected, that's all. I thought I had some time." 

"Most women would jump at the opportunity to marry an alpha. Especially if the said Alpha looked like me."

"I am not most women, am I?" I said as I got up, but he held my arm and I winced out in pain. 

"I am so sorry, let me see that." he said getting up. 

"No, it's nothing am fine, I will just go grab my stuff."i said as I tried to get away from him. 

" Aliya I said come here." he said and all of a sudden their was tension, his alpha aura spread through the room and I immediately stopped.he walked towards me and helped remove the jacket I was using to cover my bruised arm. 

"Who did this to you?" he asked, anger written all over his face. 

"No one," I lied, "I fell, I promise I fell it's no big deal. Let me just grab my bag and We will go, I don't want any trouble." 

He looked at me, studied me for a while before he finally let me go. I didn’t dare look back, but I could feel his stare on my back as I took the stairs one by one.

A few minutes later, with my bag in hand I was about to go down the stairs, when I noticed my sister Janelle's door open. There were whispers coming from there, I contemplated just ignoring, but something drew me to her room. 

I left my bag on my door and slowly walked towards her room, I slowly opened the door and there she was half naked bent over. I was about to go back when I saw the man's face, the man I had just been married to, was fucking my step sister.