*The cells*

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The cells

It's sad when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were.

       ~soulful.

Xandra's pov.

"Uncle B_Bryce, w_what did I do?" I stuttered, tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Its all your fault!" He yelled at me clenching his fists. I flinched wishing I would grow smaller. I had never seen my uncle that way before.

"You killed them all!" He said in rage, "you killed my mate!

You killed Sophie and my unborn child" I gasped at the accusation, it made me cry even the more, what was he talking about? 

It was the rogues that killed them not me!. I witnessed it myself.

"Uncle, I_I didn't do it. I swear it was the rogues, I_i saw them kill dad, aunt Sophie a_and...." I was cut off with a punch in the stomach where I practically gagged out my intestines. My petite small frame couldn't handle it at that time so I passed out.

However, I had gotten used to the punches and blows, the scars were like tattoos on my body. 

When I woke up the next day, I found myself somewhere I'd thought I'd never imagine,

The cells.

Dad had let me come down here once, and I never liked it. He said it was for bad people and I'd never end up here. 

But here I was, in the cells with silver chains on my hands and ankles burning into my skin, but the pain was strangely bearable.

Suddenly the confusion on how and why I was here completely faded as I remembered everything that happened in the last 48 hours that's when I broke down.

I don't know how long I cried, but I stopped when I heard someone's foot steps approaching my cell, then I saw a pair of feet stop in front of me so I looked up to meet uncle Walton, my father's gamma.

He was never that affectionate towards me and by looking at his red puffy eyes one could tell he was still mourning the death of my parents and the beta female. 

"Uncle, w_why am I here? Daddy said it was only for bad people, and am not a bad person." I asked hiccupping while looking at his grey eyes, I saw something, it seemed like pity but then again I could be mistaken. He looked at me and a tear slipped his cheeks

" Xandra, don't hate your uncle Bryce, you know he lost his mate and unborn child, you did nothing wrong. I'm going to get you out of here." He said more like muttered to himself.

"B-but, why does he hate me? Uncle Walton he listens to you, tell him I didn't kill them it was the bad wolves that did. Uncle, I-I'm scared..it's scary in here" I complained to uncle Walton while tears flowed without restraint down my cheeks.

"Remember Xandra, his still your uncle Bryce.. his still family and you remember what your dad always said right? Family always protects each other" We chanted together as I looked at him with hopeful eyes. 

He smiled sadly before continuing "His just hurting right  now but I promise his going to come around and then your going to see your favorite uncle Bryce once again," He spoke beaming widely at me.

I smiled back in return wiping my tears. " So I just have to give him time and he'll come around just like before?" I asked hope blooming within me. The six year old me thinking all my uncle needed was time.

He looked at me and chuckled at my enthusiasm "Yes Xandra, he will" suddenly then I didn't care if I was in a cell, I just had to be a big girl and wait for my uncle to come around. I found myself being curious on how long I had to wait so I asked uncle Walton.

"Uncle?"

"Hmm?" He replied

"How long do I have to wait?" I asked staring at him with hopeful eyes. He looked taken aback from my question. He kept mute for a while, and just when I started thinking that he wasn't going to answer me, he whispered lowly...

" I don't know Xandra, I have no idea" I looked disappointed for a second that uncle Walton didn't know how long uncle Bryce would like me to wait for him, my six year old determined self decided not to let it way me down. I looked up in preparation to tell uncle Walton that I wouldn't give up when I found him walking past my cell door distraughted. 

That was the last sentence I've heard uncle Walton say to me till this moment.

He meant every word he said. True to his promise I was let out of the dungeons 3 months later, but not as the alpha's daughter.

I was let out as an omega. A guard escorted me to the omega quarters.

On my way to the Omegas quarters, it broke my heart at how the people who once loved me looked at me with disgust.   

  

On reaching the omegas quarters I was provided with little food, and I worked very hard jobs, One time I blacked out. 

The head of the omegas treated me a little bit nicely and gave me extra food, since she was the head chef and also made me bath in her bathroom once in a while.

That was until uncle Bryce found out, he was made the new alpha so he commanded the whole pack to not show me kindness, that I was a murderer. Everyone obeyed since they couldn't go against the alpha's orders.

That was when I was ten, my birthday came by a month later.

On that day, I remembered dad had promised me a play house, I cried hard that night. In the middle of the night that day, Alpha Bryce came and beat me up badly calling me a whore, and wishing I had died with them that night, what he didn't know was that I wished for the same thing every day I went through misery, 

misery he caused me.

I could have been in the bossom of the moon goddess with both my parents. At least, mom's warm arms would be around me now, wishing me a happy birthday. 

I wish nothing more than having the both of them here kissing my forehead while engulfing me in a hug.

But I knew better, they were gone to the unknown world and my uncle was right, it was all my fault, 

if I hadn't been so greedy and spoilt, mom and dad would be by my side right now wishing me a happy birthday.

The beatings continued as years went by, even the pack members bullied me too.

The pack went on attacking other packs and claiming their territory. 

The pack name was changed from the blood moon pack to the dark blood moon pack, the pack became cruel, after all their alpha was cruel.

Three years after, he found a plastic bimbo to be his Luna, it was clear that she wasn't a second chance mate, but they still bore children after three years, twins, Victoria and Victor.

They are three but are a big thorn in my flesh. They were rude even at a small age and they always had their dad bully me.

Uncle Walton never bullied me but always gave me a pitiful look.

He never tried to help me though, as he too was under the alphas command but he always found some way to make it lesser.

Although, he was never around

He always went for businesses, businesses I knew uncle Bryce sent him to on purpose.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when a thundering slap made contact with my face, I fell backwards with the mop in my hands. 

I looked up to see Luna Lucy glaring at me with pure rage.

I cursed under my breath, 

I think I wandered off to far.