Whore

POV Samatha

My wolf wakes me up. “ Our mate is downstairs. You need to go and rejected him!” She demands. All the hurt returns as I wake up. I try not to cry, and be positive. “Shut up!” I tell my wolf," You're not the boss of me! I tried to reject him, and he slapped me painfully twice. You're no help. You won’t even give me your name. So just forget about telling me what to do. You're just a voice in the background.” I hear a loud growl, and it startles me. I realize the growl came from me, from my wolf. “My name is Gabriel. I am a warrior! I bow to no alpha! He is not our destined mate. We have a second chance, mate, and we need to leave this pack and find him.” She says in my head, irritated. “I am no warrior Gabriel, I just want to be a housewife, and raise my kids.” “Then there is nothing I can do for you until you desire more than to be a slave to a man that will never love you,” after that she goes quiet.

I hear my mom call me to come downstairs. I find my family all sitting at the table with Kyle. They all have disappointing looks on their faces.

“Is it true Sam?” my father yells, "Did you throw yourself at the alpha, and ask to be his mistress like some slut?"

“No, father!” I cry, "He is my mate. I don’t want to be anyone’s mistress."

“I’m not your mate, Samatha. You threw yourself at me today and offered to be my mistress. I accept your request. My father has a mistress, and I will have a mistress as well. Pack up your things. You will move into the pack house with me. A couple of omegas will arrive shortly to pick up your stuff. You will work in the pack house as a slave. You will cook and clean with the rest of the omegas, and service me on request,” Kyle demands, then leaves.

My father looks at me, disgusted. He no longer has the look on his face that I’m the apple of his eye. His favourite daughter. He doesn’t even ask about my wolf.

“To say I’m disappointed in you is an understatement, Samatha. Chasing after a powerful wolf by offering yourself is not what a respected wolf does. I don’t want to look at you. Go pack up your stuff, and leave this house. You are no longer my daughter. I will not be associated with you or the shame you have brought to this family,” my father says angrily.

I gasp in shock, then head up to my room to pack. I’m crying uncontrollably while packing all my favourite things. All the reminders of before today of what a wonderful life I had. I don’t understand what I did to deserve this kind of treatment from the moon goddess. My wolf still refuses to speak to me. I grab my favourite heart necklace my sister lily gave me for my 16th birthday, and put it on. Once I’m done packing my things in boxes. I pack a small bag of toiletries to take with me. I Pull myself together, and go downstairs. Keeping my head down, like the slave I now am. I walk past my family, trying not to burst into tears.

I get outside and look at the beautiful house I grew up in. All the wonderful memories of my childhood pour through me. I push it all down and walk to the pack house when I run into my best friend, Melanie.

“Hi Melanie,” I say, happy to have someone to talk about my wolf and everything that has gone wrong with today. However, the look on her face is angry. I can tell this is not the same person I grew up with, that I spent endless summers at the beach house. Making sand castles and drinking cherry Kool-aid.

“Slut!” she says," How dare you whore yourself out to my betrothed! I thought you were my friend. You're nothing but a lying whore!" She slaps me hard on the right cheek. I should have you thrown in the dungeon for this betrayal. You're our slave now, and I shall treat you as I see fit. Expect a lot of beatings, you dumb whore!" She yells, and stomps off.

I’m completely shocked. This is not what I expected. I wanted to explain myself, but she didn’t give me the chance. I lower my head and head to the pack house.