Fated To My Bully

Fated To My Bully

Author：Mira Hassan

Finished

Werewolf

#Abused #Alpha #BG #Bully #Dominant #Enemies To Lovers #Fall In Love With A Bad Boy #Kickass Heroine #Love In Difficult Times #New Adult
Introduction
Echo Lowell spent most of her life trying to be invisible. She was the poor girl from the wrong side of the pack. The charity case who wore thrift store goods and worked double shifts to survive. Weak, broken and worthless. That is what everyone believed. But what they all didn't see, was that, She was the girl that never let anyone see her tears. Not when the whole school laughed and made fun of her. Not even when Ares Greymoor gave her every reason to break. The future Alpha of the most powerful pack in Europe. Cruel, Arrogant, untouchable and devastatingly handsome. Ares had always been her greatest torment, her nightmare. Untill the Moon goddess, decided to play the cruelest joke of all on her. By making Ares her mate. But Echo has spent years learning one thing, Monsters don't change. * * * “You hate me,” he breathed, his lips brushing against my ear. But underneath it, there was something, I couldn't name. His arms caged me against the wall, one on each side, trapping me like prey. Prey, that's all I had ever been to him. “I know.” His voice growled possessively like he was fighting his own wolf. “I feel it every time you look at me.” My stupid heart hammered. I hated the stupid effect he had on me. “But you're my Luna, pretty bird.” His thumb traced my jaw, tilting up my face to meet his storm grey eyes. “My mate. The one the moon goddess chose for me.” I shoved at his chest, my voice rising with anger, every second. “Let me go!” Something dark flickered across his face. Hunger, obsession, promise. All in that one look. “Never.” He snapped, his eyes burning into mine with hunger. “I'll make you love me... even if it takes the rest of my life.” He slammed his lips against mine like a starving man, kissing me with the desperation of someone who had been hungry his entire life and had just found his first taste of air. I should have run.
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"Echo Lowel! You freakin child. Get down and make me breakfast." Mom screamed at me.

I groaned as I rolled over to look at my alarm clock, I wanted to crawl in a hole and die as it read twelve.

My mom has been an absolute wreck for as long as I can remember. My father did this to her. Ever since he left she resorted to drinking and fucking anything with a dick as her only escape.

And if you're asking why I have to wake up at twelve every morning, is because I have to

make her breakfast and her precious dumb ass boyfriend.

Today was my sixteenth birthday so I had to be extra careful. She dreaded this day more than anything in her life. Every August seventh, she woke up before sunrise and screamed at the memory of my father until her voice cracked. Today was no different.

"Damiennn!!," I heard her wail as I made my way down the kitchen.

She expected breakfast ready on the table for her at 12:30 with her stupid lover. If not well, let's just say, I would end up having to buy more concealer to cover up the marks.

I quietly opened the fridge, took out the eggs, grabbed the toast and started with the magic. I set everything on the table not forgetting the cold beer ofcourse.

The woman drinks like 10 times a day. Dont get me wrong, am not exaggerating. Am just being brutally honest.

I heard her bedroom door open."Oh, shit." I quickly grabbed some napkins and added them on the table. I heard her groan as she walked down the stairs.

The beer! I thought to myself rushing to get the opener. Where is it? I started to panic when I felt my mom make her way through the living room. She was going to kill me.

I quickly grabbed the bottle, placed the cap beside the counter, lined it up and I smacked

my hand down on the cap and it popped off.

I tossed the cap away and placed the

beer next to her plate and got in my soldier position right as mom walked into the kitchen.

Damn that was close.

"I see you managed to follow orders correctly for once," she mumbled as she looked at her plate and then at me.

"Thank you mom." I breathed out, feeling relieved.

She stood into the doorway still in her sleep rumbled night gown, blonde hair clung messily to her cheeks and eyes red and swollen from crying for my dad.

"If only you had been about," she murmured taking a seat. "He would still be here...with me."

I said nothing, there was no point defending myself. This had been my reality for as long as I could remember. I had come to accept it.

Sometimes I wondered why she kept me if she saw it as punishment for bringing me into this ugly world. Why keep me, if she could have easily given me away to anyone when I was a child.

But instead she chose to keep around as her punching bag whenever the pain of the memories became too much.

My good for nothing father Damien, meanwhile left with a word, not even a goodbye all because I was a girl. What kind of jerk does that?

Mates were supposed to stay together forever. What happened to that? The jerk found her, marked her, mated with her, they had me. He didn't even have the audacity to reject her before he left.

She couldn't move on, no matter how many men she had. And in her mind, twisted by grief, I was to blame.

"Mom, I have to get ready for school."

"Whatever, just get the hell out of my sight," she said as she took a sip of her beer.

I turned away and hurried to my room. Beside my bed were three pairs of jeans, two hoodies, a few t-shirts and none were in good shape. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a messy pony tail, it's not like anyone would waste their time looking at me.

I pulled on dark jeans and a hoodie, the thrift store tags had been ripped off months ago but I knew the looks I would get the second I stepped into school.

Charity case that's what they called me. What He

...called me.

"Bye mom," I muttered. Ofcourse she didn't respond. She never did. Maybe deep down she hoped I would run away like father had.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and paused at the door, glancing back at her one last time.

After the bus dropped me at school, a voice suddenly shouted in my direction. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ECHO!"

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