Gifted To The Disabled Alpha

        RAYYEL’S POV

"Dad, I am begging you, can you please don't go? I promise to be good and not disturb you, but please stay?" Tears fell in drops from my eyes as I pleaded in despair.

My hands clenched on to his sleeves and I refused to let go.

No.

He can't leave me at the hands of that woman again.

Not today.

I really can't take it anymore.

"I have something important to do." He yanked his sleeves away from my hold and said to me in his usual calm tone while adjusting his tie without turning to look at me.

it was so difficult to get this chance to be alone with him, but it seems it won't be of any use now.

No way.

I can't continue like this.

"Dad, please, You can't leave me at the hands of that woman, I beg of you." 

Distressed, I voiced out my inner thoughts and he gave me a sidelong glance with furrowed brows. 

"She is your Mother." He declared coldly and I shuddered at the ferocity of his voice.

She was not my Mother.

And she would never be my Mother.

"No....my Mother... died." I argued in grievance and he turned to face me.

This time, his whole face was pretty scrunched up and I trembled in fear.

"She cares for you, she treats you like a mother would treat her daughter, What else do you want?" Dad questioned with gritted teeth.

He was trying to intimidate me and make me give up, but I needed to let him know, he needed to see the truth.

That woman has been lying to him.

She made him believe what he saw.

And he was not ready to believe otherwise.

"She would never be my Mother, she does not care for me in the way you think she does." I talked back weakly and he scoffed.

He was annoyed.

"Rayyel!!!" He growled deeply and I took two steps back in fear.

He stared at me for seconds and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Stay at home and be good." He instructed and left the room with his suitcase in hand.

I slumped to the cold floor in the defeat.

My heart felt cold and wretched and I sobbed in defeat at my weakness. 

I could not make him stay, all my efforts were futile.

My Dad was once a very loving Father. 

He had always made me his priority, always putting me first.

But...everything suddenly changed.

With ashen face, I dragged my weak body from the ground and stood up.

Wincing, I stared at the wound on my knees and I sighed.

She gave me the wound and it was not the first one in years. 

It would probably not be the last one too.

She would always make sure to give me wounds on the part of my body that was not easily seen. But this time, it was on my knees and still, Dad could still not see it.

Sometimes, he treats me like air and it was even more doleful than the pain caused by that woman's torments.

My whole body ached as I walked back to my room while limping.

My room was painted in an all black and it gave a desolate feeling as if no one lives in it.

 The room was small and cramped, the space could barely contain my things, but then It occured to me that I did not have any belongings.

The room itself had barely any furnitures.

All in all, it does not look a girl's room but like a slave's room, a slave's room was even better compared to mine.

It made me wonder if Dad knew about all this.

Would he chase that mean woman away if he knows?

Would he apologize to me in guilt for all the years that I have suffered?

Would he....

No, he would not.

There was no way he would not know about what his wife has been doing to me for years, he must have known but had decided to be quiet. 

He had never cared.

Sniffing, I made my way over to my bed and wept into my pillow.

Mom...

Why did you have to leave?

No one cares for me.

I remembered the days that we were a happy Family.

Dad would take us to the amusement park during the weekends and the young me would be so excited that I would not be able to sleep overnight.

I had thought it would continue like that until Mom died.

My whole world had crumbled into dusts when Dad had mercilessly told me that Mom would not come back to me again.

It made me wonder if he ever cared about her but I was not ready to believe he did not.

I was still able to live my life well knowing that I still had my Dad but then, It changed too.

My Dad.

The wolf that would always whisper sweet nothings to my Mom, even in my presence.

The wolf that would make my Mom blush in bliss.

The wolf that would always pepper my face with kisses and I would giggle in content.

 The wolf that I felt, would always care for me and would always be my superhero.

The wolf that swore on the aisle to never betray my Mom and to always be faithful.

That same wolf, brought another she-wolf home as his new wife and with that, everything changed completely. 

He did not ask for my opinion, nor did he care what would happen to me thereafter.

I had felt aggrieved when he introduced a new Mummy to me, the young me had complained in annoyance and for the first time, my Dad slapped me in the face.

And since then, all the love, all the kisses, everything disappeared and it felt unreal.

The torment started and all I could do was hope that my Dad would save me from the wicked woman.

But after so many years, the hope vanished and it was replaced with a desperate need for freedom. 

The need to leave this fucking hell hole.

It was the only thing that had kept me from breaking down but I knew that the vigor would soon disintegrate into pieces. 

I was tired, I needed a break.

A break from all this.

With a sigh, I started dozing off due to exhaustion.

I covered myself with my quilt in a bid to sleep but a sudden knock startled me awake and my heart skipped a bit in fear.

She was here.

"Slut, open the door for me right now if you don't want me to end your dog life." Her voice sounded from the door and a quiver went down my spine. 

I was too scared to open the door but If I don't, she would not let me off the hook.

With extreme fear, I clenched the hem of my short gown tightly that my knuckles turned pale white.

And then, I opened the door with shaky hands.

"How dare you keep me out for so long?" 

The moment I opened the door, a tight slap landed on my face and my ears rang in pain.

Tears fell from my eyes like rainfalls but I quickly wiped it, knowing fully well that it would only anger her further.

"Where did you go so early this morning?" She suddenly asked and I quickly lowered my head.

"I was in my room." I replied weakly. 

"You dare lie to me? how dare you?" She yelled and grapped me by the neck.

Her grip became tighter with each second and I started choking. 

"let...let...go..it..it...hurts." I struggled frantically but she laughed in menace instead.

 My puny strength could not compare to her ability.

"Why should I let you go? You went to meet Henry right? You wanted to convince him to stay ? But you could not, when will you realise that he had stopped caring for you? he only has me in his heart now and you are just an ordinary and useless Omega with no worth." She declared and sent me flying.

I crashed unto the wall and I whimpered when I felt the crackling of my back bone.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Coughing, I massaged my burning throat with my left hand and used my other hand to maintain balance.

Linda moved closer to me and stepped on my fragile and scrawny fingers and I let out a loud cry in pain.

"Let me give you this last warning, if I ever see you with Henry, convincing him or doing anything of such, I would show you what it feels like to be in hell, then you will know what pain really means." She warned and kicked me in the stomach before turning her back to leave.

I felt a metallic taste in my throat the moment she kicked me but I swallowed it back forcefully, causing my face to pale even more.

~Phew~

In relief, I exhaled deeply when I saw her retreating back but then, she suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"Seems I have not yet punished you for what you did, since you could go to meet Henry because you are free to go anywhere, let's see how you would do that when you are locked inside."

No...no....no.

Not that.

I have not eaten for two days already, if she locked me inside now, I do not know when she would open it again.

"No.....please....I won't do it....again." I struggled to beg but she smirked in nonchalance. 

"Too late." 

And with that said, she left the room and locked the door from outside.

Staring into blank space, I suddenly sniffed and stood up unstably to lie on my bed as I sobbed in anguish.

Was this how my life would continue?