ELIANA.
In the city of Oakland, New Orleans, there was a princess. The thing is however, I wasn't just an ordinary princess, I was also a slave to my pack. You see in every story there's a blissful beginning but this isn't one of those stories. It's hard to even pinpoint exactly where mine begins.
My life had been hell ever since I came out of my mother's womb literally, because she died the night of the full moon that I was put to bed. News spread like wildfire of the child who had taken the life of her own mother.
That child was me.
Everyone had their version of the story, some claimed that she died when I had come out, and others said that she died before. All that mattered to me was the fact that she died at all. I had to grow up being labeled as the murderer and monster who brought darkness into the entire pack.
And for that, I was loathed by everyone, including my father, Gerald who could never forgive me for taking the life of my mother, his Luna. He lost everything that night and all he saw now when he looked at me was the striking resemblance I shared with her.
Her bright blue eyes and that smile. He hated that I took after her so much and in his grief, he married another woman. Sienna was as evil as stepmothers come, she hated me just like she hated my mother. But at least she bore two other kids for my dad.
For most of my life, I spent it in a dark dungeon when I wasn't tendering to the needs of everyone else, either washing the stack of plates or cleaning the entire castle from each post to corner while enduring the insults and abuses from everyone.
"There she is!" They usually gossiped and pointed without any regard, most of them even going as far as dashing me a slap across the face or punching me in my belly. I had so many scars to attest to the maltreatment but I had no other option as I had nowhere else to go.
And being an omega rogue would get me killed faster out there than in here. I lived my entire life alone with my father's resentment growing so much over the past twenty years that he never desired to see me.
To say that I hated my life would be an understatement but I had no other choice.
I retired down to the carpet spread across the cold floor and for a moment, my eyes stared into the darkness. Today was one of the days it hurt even more. I was bleeding from the soles of my feet from standing all day and I had served food until my hands grew numb that they could fall off at any time now.
But at least, it was the end of yet another day. I closed my eyes, knowing tomorrow would not be any different. I wasn't far gone when suddenly, my door barged open and I arose, knowing what time it was.
"Eliana" My stepbrother, Jaxon sang my name and almost immediately, the stench of alcohol slapped me in the face. I folded myself into the corner of the room, quivering with dread. "Where are you?" He whistled.
I saw his gleaming eyes far before I saw the rest of his body. Jaxon had a chain in his hands which he suddenly used to lash my back. I fell to the ground, groaning in pain but I couldn't dare look up.
Jaxon was always like this each time he had something to drink.
He would sneak down to the dungeon where he'd tie me up and hold my lips shut as he took advantage of me. Each time, it grew more and more aggressive and painful but there was no end to this torture. He'd become far too demanding like I was nothing but a chunk of flesh to him.
My eyes welled up with tears as I felt his presence behind me. His hands groped through my inner thigh and I could feel him breathing down my neck. My skin crawled with disgust and my insides twisted into a knot.
This was my dreadful life.
The pungent stench of liquor oozed from his lips as he battled to unbuckle his belt. He let the bottle down which he'd only realize later was his biggest mistake.
"Ouch!" I groaned in pain as he took me by my bleeding feet. My whole body ached with the most brittle bones but Jaxon was merciless.
It felt like today was the day I would finally die in his arms and a bolt of panic flashed across my face. He turned me over as I watched his pants fall to the ground with a thud, revealing the hard rod of flesh between his legs. When Jaxon leaned forward, I wedged against him.
"Stop!" I struggled from beneath, nowhere near the weight of his entire body which pressed into me. He began to move but I wasn't about to give up. "Do you want me to get the ropes?" He darted me a glare cold as ice and a shiver went up my spine.
"Fuck off!" I spat into his face and Jaxon restrained my hands in a second. His grip was so tight that I could hear my bones cackle. He let out an exasperated grunt before standing up. At the corner of the dungeon was where he kept the ropes so when he turned his back, I didn't even know what suddenly came upon me but I couldn't do this.
Not tonight, not when I was in so much pain.