Chapter 1 " You will regret even being born"

It was midnight. The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver glow over the dark basement of the pack house where I lay curled up in a bed of tattered rags. The chill of the night seeped through my worn-out clothes, mingling with the cold sweat of fear and exhaustion that clung to my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, and every nerve was on high alert.

I listened intently, straining to hear any sounds that might indicate the presence of others. When I was certain the coast was clear, I slowly pushed myself up and crept out. Each step was deliberate and careful as I moved towards the back door of the pack house. This wasn’t my first attempt at escape; I had tried—and failed—many times before. But tonight was different. The Alpha and his family were away at a meeting with another pack. This was my chance.

With a deep breath, I eased the door open and slipped into the darkened corridor. My movements were as silent, my heart racing with a mix of hope and dread. I had to make this count; this was my opportunity to finally escape the nightmare that had been my life for far too long.

Once I was just a few meters away from the pack house, the sound of voices reached my ears—pack guards on patrol. The distant crackle of their radios and the faint hum of their conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Moments later, the lights of the pack house flickered on, piercing through the darkness. My heart raced, and my eyes widened in panic. Without a second thought, I bolted into the night.

My feet pounded the ground. My empty stomach growled in protest, and my thin, exhausted body felt every ache and strain of the agitated sprint. But I couldn't afford to slow down. The pack guards were getting closer, their voices growing louder and more urgent. I pushed myself harder, forcing my legs to move faster through the underbrush.

The dense woods loomed ahead, a dark, tangled barrier between me and the pack border. The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches clawing at my clothes and skin as I wove through them. 

The walls on the perimeter of the pack border were now visible, looming tall and imposing against the night sky."I was so close", a faint smile grazing my lips despite the overwhelming fatigue.

But then, I heard it—the familiar, scornful voice of Beta Tylor. “You unworthy bitch, trying to escape again, huh?” The words were laced with venom, cutting through the night like a knife.

My blood ran cold, and my heart skipped a beat. I froze, the fleeting hope I’d felt moments ago now replaced by a wave of dread. Tylor’s voice was unmistakable, and the fear of being caught gripped me. I turned slowly, my body trembling, and saw him emerging from the shadows, flanked by a couple of guards.

His expression was one of twisted satisfaction as if he’d been waiting for this moment. The cold light of the moon cast harsh shadows on his face, emphasizing the cruelty in his eyes. The guards moved in with predatory precision, closing off any chance of escape.

“Thought you could slip away unnoticed?” Tylor sneered, taking a menacing step forward. “You should know better than to challenge the Alpha's command.”

Pain surged within me, threatening to overwhelm my willpower. The walls of the pack's territory seemed to mock me, now more faraway than ever. I had been so close to freedom, but now it felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

I was grabbed by my hair and yanked violently. The harsh grip of Beta Tylor’s hand pulled me relentlessly. Each tug felt like my scalp was being ripped from my skull. I was dragged through the forest, my feet stumbling over roots and rocks, the rough terrain scraping my skin. , and I could do nothing but try to keep up with the brutal pace.

The forest seemed to blur around me as I was lugged back toward the pack house.

When we reached the basement entrance, Tylor pushed me onto the ground. For a fleeting moment, I lay there, the agony in my scalp and body overwhelming. 

I barely had a second to catch my breath before Tylor’s rough hand collided with my cheek. The force of the slap was brutal, sending a sharp, stinging pain across my face. A pained whimper escaped my lips.

“Once I’m done with you,” Tylor sneered, his voice dripping with malice, “you will regret even being born.” His chilling promise, one I knew he was more than capable of fulfilling, sent a shiver down my spine.

True to his words, the next two hours were a living nightmare. Each minute dragged on, filled with pain as Tylor unleashed his cruelty without restraint. I clenched my eyes shut, pressing my lips together to stifle the screams that threatened to escape. I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing my cries.

The beatings were brutal. But as intense as the pain was, it was nothing I hadn’t endured before. I had survived this before; I could survive it again. My body ached, and every inch of me screamed for relief, but I remained silent, refusing to break.

Tylor’s frustration grew with each passing moment. When he realized that no screams or pleas for mercy would come from me, his amusement faded. The sadistic glee in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of boredom. With one final, disdainful glance, he turned and left, leaving me bruised and broken on the cold, unforgiving floor.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, I let out a shaky breath, relief mingling with the lingering pain. My life felt like nothing more than a birdcage—one where the bars were invisible, yet unbreakable.

Who would ever believe that I, beaten and broken on this cold basement floor, was the daughter of the pack's Alpha? The title should have meant power, protection, and respect. Instead, it had become a curse, chaining me to a life of suffering and torment. My father and brother despise me.

To the outside world, I was supposed to be a symbol of strength and honor, the embodiment of my father’s legacy. But within these walls, I was nothing but a prisoner, trapped by the very blood.

I wish my mother were still alive. If she were here, maybe things would be different. Maybe the cruelty I endured wouldn’t feel so unbearable, and the loneliness wouldn’t be so suffocating.

Slowly, the overwhelming fatigue began to take hold. My thoughts grew hazy, the pain and fear fading into the background as I imagined her beside me, whispering that everything would be alright. With that comforting image in my mind, I finally drifted into a restless sleep, escaping—if only for a few hours—the harsh reality that awaited me when I woke.