Chapter 3 Violet's pov

I rushed to my small bare room and scooped up the wrapped clothing. I head back down the stairs slowly and listen for noise. I could hear Isabella cursing as she tried to finish the gravy I had started. She was stirring it but the burner wasn't even on. I rolled my eyes as I watched her from the shadows. 

She had never cooked an item in her life at least since I arrived and would probably burn water. My wolf said the last bit within my mind, surprising me. I grinned slightly and moved more down the steps. Isabella ran out of the kitchen and I made my way quickly out of the back door.

 I ran across the landscape and into the woods. I slowed and was breathing heavily at the exertion. I scented the lake and followed my nose to the large body of water.

 Grinning, I began taking the soiled clothes from my frame, being sure to take out the small piece of lye soap I dove into the cool water and basked in the refreshing feel against my skin. I began lathering my soap and scrubbing my skin. I scrubbed away the scabs on my number and saw that the brand is healed and permanent on my flesh. I run my fingers over it and frown. I then climbed out of the water to get the shampoo. I grabbed the bottle and scrubbed my hair. I washed it three times. I looked up at the bright moon and tears started to fall as I thought about my dead mother and my horrible life now. I clasped my hands, my face bathed in moonlight.

"Sweet dear Moon Goddess please save me from this lowly life, give me mercy," I cried. I lowered my wet head and slowly made my way back to my clothes. I dressed, my skin and hair still wet, and heard a branch snap. I turned and squealed seeing my stepbrother coming at me. His big arms wrapped around me as he pressed me firmly against himself. I pushed against his massive chest as he laughed.

"You turned eighteen and can now find your mate, little one, but I will take your virginity for myself,'' he growled lustfully as he ripped open my shirt exposing my small mounds. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he placed kisses all over my face and neck and chest.

"Stop Jack, you're my brother," I yelled and struggled against his assault. He bit down on my right breast marking me and I screamed. His hand covered my mouth and he glared at me with my blood dripping from his canines.

"Oh come now, you're a whores daughter…make your mother proud. Just let it happen, 713," he says salaciously with narrowed eyes. I shake my head as he starts licking and nibbling on my neck. I was twisting and turning, struggling to get free from his strength. Then I remembered what my mother had told me. I glared at him as I kicked him in his groin and he winced, letting me go.

"You fucking bitch," he growled holding his sensitive area.

"I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, worthless bitch," he snarled and I ran off, holding my ripped blouse over my tiny breasts. I entered the kitchen, grabbed a knife off the counter, and locked myself in the pantry as fat tears fell from my eyes. My mother was not a whore. She loved my father and thought he was her mate. I swore that I'd never get a mate and at that moment I didn't want one.

I sobbed to no one. 

I wrapped my arms around myself and huddled against the bag of rice. I lifted my torn blouse and looked at the mate mark Jack had put on me. I was done. Nothing and no one could erase this. I sobbed more than quieted after hearing the kitchen door slamming open. I began shaking uncontrollably and my heart raced within my chest as my fear heightened at being discovered.

 I heard the refrigerator open and the clanking of wine bottles. I relaxed hearing the steps moving out of the kitchen. It wasn't your fault. Your brother is a sick man, I heard my wolf say within my mind.

 "That may be so but no one will believe that he tried to rape me," I muttered softly and wiped my eyes as I rested my head against the bag of rice. 

You have the mark upon your breast…that is your proof, my wolf growled and I shook my head.

"I will tell no one what happened tonight, wolf," I said in irritation. I thought maybe I was being punished by the Goddess for pleading with her for a better life. There were many others worse off than me. I sniffled a bit more feeling destroyed before I drifted off to sleep to have horrible nightmares about Jack abusing me. Each time was worse than the last and I whimpered continuously through the evening clutching the large knife in my hand. 

When I opened my crusty eyes I sat up cursing and was extremely exhausted but knew I no longer had to worry about my brother since today was the day of his wedding banquet. I glanced down at myself and decided I would go to my room and change into a blood-free clean blouse and prepare breakfast. 

I opened the pantry and moved as fast as I could up the servant stairs and entered my room. Grabbing the clean blouse I noticed my stepbrother passed out on my thin mattress. 

The sick fucker had waited in my room for my return. My brow creased and I frowned as I left him snoring and mumbling curses in his sleep. I hurried back to the kitchen and changed the blouse quickly. Taking out eggs I glanced at the time and wondered when everyone would rise. If they were all drinking it could be as late as eleven before they woke, I surmised. I put the eggs back in the refrigerator and waited until my stepmother came. 

I made coffee right away, needing a cup for myself. I started the coffee pot and glanced down at myself and noticed the bite I had gotten was bleeding through my new blouse. I chewed on my bottom lip and went to the laundry room in the basement looking through the clothes baskets for another cleaner shirt. I found one that was clean but wrinkled and cursed my stupid drunk stepbrother.

 I heated the iron and pressed the shirt then rummaged through the medical supplies for a large bandage. I started tearing up once again when I looked at the aggressive mark.

"I'm never going to allow myself to be marked, mate or not," I swore to myself in the dark dingy basement. I heard footsteps above me and groaned as I bandaged my breast and put on the fresh blouse. I rushed up the stairs and bowed my head to the pack's Alpha Frank. He looked at me strangely and said he was wanting a cup of coffee. I nodded and went to pour him a cup.

"What is your name, young lady?" He questioned and I replied, "713, Alpha." He smiled and said thanks for the coffee.

"Would you like me to prepare you a breakfast, Alpha?" I asked the old wolf. He shook his head but told me thanks once again for asking. He smiled and I grinned back.

"If you will excuse me, I find I need some coffee for myself," I mumbled softly and he chuckled and raised his hand indicating for me to go ahead. I poured myself a cup and sipped it.

"Come sit with me and give this old dog some company," he said firmly. I sat at the table nervously and continued drinking my coffee. 

"I didn't know that the Wilsons had a servant. You said you're 713?" He pries and I nodded, showing him my brand. He grunted and my stepmother walked into the kitchen and yanked me from the table. 

"Insolence, get to your room," she growled and slapped me hard across the cheek. I was seeing stars as I rushed up the servant stairs. I could hear Isabella apologizing profusely below.