1.Please Don't Kill Me

Chapter One

Maya’s POV

“Please don't kill me , please mother don't do this . My entire body hurts a lot already”I pleaded with tears already forming in my eyes.

“Who is your mother? How dare you call me mother , If I had my way I will make sure you disappear from our life !” she shouted while looking around her eyes landed on the wooden stick.

“I'm so sorry, I'm having a menstrual cramp so I couldn't do what you asked me to” I said with a shaky voice knowing that she will hit me with whatever her hands find , this is not the first or last time that she is hitting and abusing me.

As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, I could hardly believe the cruelty unfolding before my eyes.

My stepmother, a woman whose heart seemed devoid of any kindness, swung the stick towards my way with so much energy and wickedness that sent shivers down my spine. The harsh bristles met my skin with each forceful strike, causing me to cry out in pain and desperation.

"Help! Someone, please help me!" I screamed, my voice trembling as I tried to break free from her attack because my entire body felt so weak and painful.

“Stop screaming, you wicked and lazy witch ! I told you to sweep the house , wash my clothes , the cars and sweep the dog shit but you were busy lying down on bed, you useless and shameless common omega!” she shouted at me

“Please don't hit me, I'm weak already and I promise to do the house chores “ I said crying but stepmother's eyes bore into mine, devoid of any compassion, and I could see the twisted pleasure she derived from seeing me suffer.

Her lips curved into a wicked smirk, as if relishing every moment of my agony. In her twisted mind, I was nothing more than a burden, a constant reminder of a past she wished to erase.

As she hit me with the stick once again, I instinctively raised my hands to shield myself from the painful blows.

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the dust and grime that clung to my cheeks. My body trembled not just from the pain but from the sheer fear of what might come next.

The room seemed to spin around me, the air heavy with tension and fear. I felt trapped, both physically and emotionally. It feels like I am a prisoner in my own home.

My father, once a pillar of strength, was now a distant memory, taken from me by a cruel twist of fate because he started getting drunk and acting strange after my real biological mother died terribly when a black giant rogue werewolf with silver eyes attacked her 5 years ago right in front of me.

I vowed to look for that rogue werewolf and avenge my mother's death when I get stronger someday but right now in the absence of my father's love and protection, I was left at the mercy of this wicked woman who claimed to be my family.

When my father told me that he was getting married to Rebecca, my mother's best friend who was babysitting me and my baby brother Haden when my mother died …I thought that she will continue to be nice to me and her daughter who is the same age with me would be my best friend and a sister but those two made sure that I suffered and they treated me like a slave in my own father's house.

Haden is the only reason I didn't run away from home, I chose to stay in this abusive house so that I can protect him whenever he gets bullied by my father , stepmother and sister.

“Dear moon goddess, please help me.” I kept praying for a guardian angel,a mate maybe, or a kind soul who would hear my desperate cries and come to my aid because my neighbours didn't care about helping me .

“You're a dumb child and stop pretending that you are experiencing menstrual cramps because that only proves that you are just a weak omega!” she shouted , I couldn't take the beating anymore and decided to jerk my body away from her and run away.

I mustered all the strength I could find within myself, and with a newfound determination, I made a desperate dash towards the door. But my stepmother's cruel laughter followed me like a haunting echo, and she swiftly caught hold of my tattered dress, pulling me back into her clutches.

"Oh, you think you can escape, don't you?" she spat, her voice a venomous hiss.

"You're nothing but a wretched girl, a burden on this household. Nobody wants a weak motherless omega, and nobody will come to your rescue!"

Her words stung, striking deep into my wounded heart. But I refused to believe her poisonous lies. I knew I deserved better, that I was worth more than the hatred she directed at me.

Summoning all the courage I had left, I looked into her eyes and said, "You may think you've broken me, but you're wrong. Someday I will be truely happy and I won't be under your wickedness anymore."

Just as the stick descended, a loud knock sounded on the door, both of us stopped and freezed. A voice called out from the other side, "Is everything alright in there? I heard a voice shouting and some commotions”

My stepmother's eyes darted towards the door, and I seized the opportunity to break free from her grasp. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I rushed to the door and threw it open, revealing my father's drunken face as he stood there with a worried expression on his face.

Seeing my tear-streaked face and dishevelled appearance, father’s eyes widened in concern. "What's going on, dear? Are you alright?"

I couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer.

“Father , I'm tired and I feel sick . Tell mother to stop hitting me please “ I cried into his arms hoping that he would support and defend me when he saw the bloody bruises on my arms but he gave me a disgusted look and pushed me off his body.

“Welcome home honey” My stepmother went and hugged my drunk father while giving him a slurry kiss right in front of me which made me so angry that he could forget my mother so easily and I continued crying louder.

“Stop crying like a child and get your act together. I have found a mate for you since you are more than 18 years and still haven't found your fated mate“ father said with a bored look on his face

“A mate ?” I whispered unbelievably. Could this be my ticket to freedom? Even though that's not my deepest dream