Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha

✓ RIYA

“Pack up.” My stepmother announced, carelessly dropping her tea mug on a wooden coffee table. The content spilled, causing a dark pigment on the table. “Your new owner is coming to pick you up.”

"A new owner? What do you mean? I don't understand.” I staggered back a bit almost colliding with the brown accent chair Dad used to sit on during his sick days, sweat beads beginning to form on my forehead.

Why was going on now?! Don't tell me they want to let me off now?!

"Hold your peace, or rather hold in your breath. I'll make you understand now in a jiffy.” My stepsister, Ama, interrupted curtly.

I turned to face her, my heart quite pounding heavily against my chest with sweat starting to form on my back, even my stomach churned. I knew Ama’s never had anything good to say.

Her expression was as annoying as always, even just as she began to speak. “You... you are getting betrothed to Sir Brandon today! Tada!”

Brandon?! What?! The most promiscuous man in the whole of River Heart Pack?!

My legs shivered, and a sharp pang of pain grabbed my temples, with my heart setting about, skipping in million beats. "What do you mean by that? Why am I getting married to Sir Brandon?!” I rubbed my sweaty palms on my long flowery faded skirts and wiped off the perspiration gathering on my forehead.

“Is all I am to the both of you just an item that can be sold off at any time of your choice?!”

They treated me so less, for I didn't have any status in the Pack, not even a status as low as an Omega, but I didn't know it was to this extent, “I'm not a merchandise, and I refuse to be sold off like I mean nothing!"

The idea of being married off to someone older than most in the Pack— even my own father— irked me.

What the heck?! I'm not going to be a good girl this time round!

Ama rose from her seat, and came to place a hand on my left shoulder. “You can not escape this, baby girl. Your fate has been written, and you cannot change it now, unfortunately for you!”

I pushed Ama’s hand off of my shoulder and faced my stepmother, my eyes subtly pleading. “Tell me what she's saying is not true, Stepmother.”

It seemed as though Ama was not ready to take a break yet, as she sighed and wore on her face a mischievous smirk, “Ow! don't feel too miserable! Think of this as a lucky chance, yeah?!”

“You don't have a mate, neither have you connected with your wolf, yet someone is willing to have you! Isn't that so beautiful?!”

Ama’s words and actions had become so cliché that I was no longer bothered, so I returned my attention to my stepmother, grabbing her hand this time, “You can't do this to me, ma'am! I've served you and did everything you want all my life. Please, don't do this to me!”

My stepmother jerked off my hands, violently, as if they were plagued. "You sure have grown some gut! Touch me one more time and that would be the end of your filthy hands! Go and pack up your things now!”

I stumbled over the glass center table at the impact of the push, hitting my back on the cold, hard floor, and spraining my knees.

Pleading would not change a thing; I should have known.

With tears looming this time, and my chest tightening, I picked up myself and tried again. I needed to fight— fight to regain my right!

"This is my home, stepmother!"