Bruised Arm.

“Arghhh’’. I groaned in pain, as I managed to stand up to my feet and drag myself down to my room, while my eyes never ceased from shedding out more tears. 

Just as I was about to get into my room, I heard my father yell back at me in his Alpha tone that got me transfixed to my spot.

“I need you here in half an hour. So get ready because we will be attending the wolf conference meeting today. You heard me; right!?”, He called out coldly and I nodded and said, “Right father”.

I yelled out my response with the little energy I could come up with.

“Good.. Now go prepare”. 

He concluded and I suddenly felt my knees go weak from the powerful effect of his voice tone which left me in a blink of an eye. This time, I hurriedly fastened my pace into my room to avoid him for the little moment I would get to be alone. 

Just as I entered my room, and made sure to lock my room door, I ran into the comfort of my bed to cry my eyes out into my pillows. 

“I need to be strong for my mother… Who would save her from this heartless father of mine, if I really want to accept his request to marry that ruthless Alpha Damon?”, I said to no one in particular but myself.

I have endured tortures and humliation from my father and my pack members, when they saw how my father treated I and my mother like slaves. 

They had called me weak and I had gotten kicked and bullied countless times by my age mates, just cos I wasn’t able to shift when I had clock 15 when other teenagers like I am had shifted the day they clocked 15.

It was a tradition in our pack that any child who clocks 15 would shift, but my own case was a different one entirely and it had added to the hate I got from my father, the Alpha of the west crescent pack. 

I had wondered severally and thought why my case was different from the others, and had finally given up hope when I couldn’t shift as I advanced in age. 

“Perhaps, it was because my mother was an Omega that had made me not to shift. But my mother being an omega does that make me an omega too. Does it?” I ask myself knowing the answer might not be true. 

My father is an alpha and even if my mother is an Omega, the Alpha’s blood from my father should be able to make me a strong wolf, I wondered the more, still deep in thoughts as I went into another rounds of wailing, soaking my pilliow with my tears.

Life had not been easy even getting into this world to know your father is an Alpha, a powerful one at that, but still get bullied and punished like it your fault, birthing out from an omega who happens to be your mother. 

All through my 17 years, my father sees me as nothing but a piece of shit he could use to his advantage to get what he wants, and his idea of marrying me off to that cruel monster as husband just to gain more power and fame in his pack dissapoint me.

I had heard a lot of nasty rumors on how cold and ruthless the man my father threatened to get married to was. I also heard how he had thrown a man from his pack into a prison just because he wasn’t able to pay back the money he had lend to him.

 

Then what would make me to stoop so low to marry that evil heartless Alpha… No… It won’t happen. But if I should think this through again, I don’t have a choice; what if my father kills my mother and does to her all he had said? The blame would be on me and he would not spare me also. 

I thought all this in my head, while I ignored my bleeding arm. 

A light knock came on my door, and I knew exactly who was behind the door.

I had scent the person even before the knock came in. Struggling a bit from the bed as I made my way to the door and just as I opened it, there stood Lucy, smiling sheepishly at me in a white and blue designer top and a black mini skirt, with her favorite black boots.

Lucy is the only person I was close to and could talk with aside the other girls of my age living in the pack.

She entered into my room the moment the door was opened. Closing it as I turned my back towards my bed, but I was stopped mid way by her loud defeaning scream.

“Arhh babe, you’re bleeding on your arm”.

I bend my head to take a look at my hurting arm which had a little dried blood stain at the back of my arm, and a little blood mark which had long stained my dress, showing that I have been bleeding but without my notice.

Lucy came forward and helped roll up the sleeve of my dress that exposed the bruised part on my arm.

“Ouch!!”.

I flinched and shook in pain but she held me tight, keeping me in place.

“Sorry babe’’.

She stated out with a concern look in her eyes.

 “Let me get you spirit so I could dress up your wound so it won’t get inffected”. She said calmly and I only shook my head in response to her statement as she made her way under my bed, pulling out a box of first aid, while I sat my hurt butt on the bed.

Lucy dab some spirit onto a wool and I couldn’t help but cry aloud in pains the minute the spirit got in contact with the wound on my skin.

When she was done dressing the wound on my arm, she breathed out heavily with a sigh and said, “Babe.. Do you mind explaining what happened? I know it your father”.

From the way Lucy sounded, I could feel she was upset and bittered, but there’s nothing she can do about my predicament. I thought inwardly as I shook my head in embarassment, watching her take a sitting position at the other side of the bed.

“Lucy calm down ok… He is my father after all, and he has the right to all my decisions in life. I will definitely deal with this someday”. I muttered in a low breath, gaining a surprised growl from lucy.

“Is it when you die before you think of something to end all of this?,” She yells in anger, looking dangerously at me.

“Uhm… What do you want me to do to him? Kill him or poison him? Nah, it would be so unfair of me to pay evil with evil. I guess the only option here is to do as he orders me to”.