Alphas Feral Little Mate

Jazz's memories are the driving force that keeps her going, even when she longs to be reunited with her parents. These memories hold a special place in her heart and give her the strength to persevere through life's challenges. Gifted with an unparalleled memory, she effortlessly recalls details that escape the grasp of others. Flashback one-year-old “You've got this, my love, just take one step,” Mommy reassures me with genuine enthusiasm, extending her hands towards me as I work hard to stay steady on my feet. Filled with anticipation, I take a step forward, trying my best to maintain my balance as I cautiously extend my other foot towards mommy. Overwhelmed by fear of stumbling, I can't help but let out a whimper. “Don't worry, my darling, you're safe. Mommy will always be here to catch you,” mommy reassures me, her face beaming with a comforting smile. With my tiny arms outstretched towards my mother, I feel a surge of inspiration welling up inside me, urging me to take my

I have spent countless nights questioning why I was burdened with such a lonely existence. The weight of my parents' disappearance hangs heavy on my heart, their absence leaving a void that seems impossible to fill. It feels as though fate has played a cruel trick on me, stripping away the love and support that every child deserves. Within the confines of this pack, I have always been an outsider, an anomaly that doesn't quite fit in. The others, consumed by their own lives and connections, have never bothered to extend a hand of friendship towards me. Their indifference towards my presence only serves to deepen my isolation, leaving me to navigate the treacherous waters of life alone. I yearn for companionship, for someone who understands the struggles I face on a daily basis. But my small stature and fragile health have always set me apart from the rest. I am too weak to keep up with the older kids, too fragile to engage in the rough and tumble games that define their existence.

Once dinner is over, there is a significant and dramatic change in the atmosphere, transitioning from a state of calmness to an intense and overpowering wave of anger. The once peaceful ambiance is shattered, replaced by an intense tension that hangs heavy in the air. The room, once filled with laughter and warmth, now feels suffocating and hostile. “Listen closely, you insignificant mongrel. We did not want you here, but the alpha begged us to take you in.” Denise's voice cuts through the silence like a sharp blade. Her words are laced with venom, dripping with disdain. The contemptuous smirk on her face only adds to the cruelty of her words. It is clear that her intention is to inflict pain, to belittle and degrade. Her words strike me like a blow, causing me to retreat within myself. I feel small and vulnerable, as if the ground beneath me has crumbled away, leaving me exposed and defenseless. The weight of her words presses down on me, suffocating any sense of self-worth or con

Throughout the entire night, I found myself restlessly shifting in bed due to the excruciating pain emanating from my ribs, a result of the forceful kick inflicted upon me by Juan. The throbbing sensation persisted relentlessly, making it nearly impossible to find any respite. However, as the morning dawned, a remarkable transformation occurred. Denise's voice brims with irritation as she angrily reprimands me, “Seriously, get your lazy self out of bed, you lazy mongrel!” right before she slaps me across the face, causing me to cry out and jerk up. Astonishingly, my body had miraculously healed itself, eradicating any trace of the previous night's agony. It was as if the pain had never existed, allowing me to rise from my slumber with renewed vigor and vitality. In the face of adversity, my body's remarkable ability to heal itself in such a short span of time left me in awe. With each passing moment, the weight of the morning becomes increasingly burdensome as I stand up. Violet,

Jazz POV Upon entering the house, I see that everyone is home and Denise and Juan look angry, which makes me cower. “Why are your chores not done?” Denise yells at me as she walks up to me and gets into my face. “I just got done with the pack house chores. I am so sorry,” I tell her in fear. “You pathetic excuse for a human being,” Denise screams at me, her hand connecting with my face in a forceful slap. The pain shoots through my cheek, causing me to cry out in agony and instinctively recoil from her.Before I can even say or do anything, Juan forcefully seizes my hair and forcefully pulls me towards the exit. “You need to take a shower immediately because you smell awful,” he commands, his grip tightening. “After that, you can begin your chores, and they must be finished before you go to sleep.” while he throws me to the ground causing me to cry out as he slams the door closed. Whimpering in pain, I head for the refreshing cold shower, I swiftly undress and make my way towards