Chapter 1

"Father..." She muttered out with bitterness laced in her voice but she received the shock of her life in return.

She's used to it already but she is always shocked whenever she receives such treatment from her father. Her face stung very badly as a drop of tears was seen streaming down her cheeks.

She held her cheeks very tightly, trying to hold back the rest of the already streaming tears she was having. She felt like this stung much more than the previous one she's been receiving from her father. Her heart seems broken more than ever.

"How many times do I have to warn you not to address me as your father?" He growled deeply at her like any other animal would do. "Do you listen to me at all?"

"I'm sorry, Fa..." She had wanted to say ‘father’ but quickly controlled her words. "I'm deeply sorry, sir."

"Sorry for your worthless self. Who cares about how sorry a slave like you might be?" Her father barked at her in a gruffy like tone. "No one cares and I don't care either, do you get it?"

She only nodded curtly without saying a word, still holding onto her stinging face and wiping her tears with her other spare hands.

"You had better go clean every nook and cranny of this house and don't forget wiping out the cobwebs as well." Her father ordered her with no remorse whatsoever laced in her voice. "The hall should not be left out as it should be your priority for today. I don't want anything to go wrong this time, slave."

Her heart seized painfully at the mention of ‘slave’ from her father. It's supposed to have gotten used to hearing such hateful titles she's been referred to every new day but it just could not contain it.

 What hurts more than being treated like an outcast and a slave from those who you are supposed to look up to as a family?

That hurt less, I guess. Yeah, compared to being treated like a piece of worthless trash, nothing hurts more than being called a slave from your father.

Her father? So, she thought. Most times, she tries to convince herself that he is not her father. She believed she's just a slave sold into the same household she sees as family.

To her, she's alone with no one to call a family. Her life seems like it's another new phase of curse with each new dawn. It's nothing to wish for, be proud of or to write home about.

She's been used like a piece of worthless trash, who has no self value at all. Not even the least to maintain, she's as useless as a dirt bin.

Today is her eighteenth birthday. No, to her it's not a birthday but another successfully completed curse day to her. Others celebrated their birthday but she always celebrates a cursed day.

Every new completed circle turns out to be the worst for her, she always cries her eyes out with no one to console or be there for her.

At her age, she's still yet to have her own wolf. She saw other wolves of her pack having their own wolf at least, when they completed their sixteenth birthday but reverse was the case for her.

"Did you not hear me?" Her father growled at her with the attempt of slapping her face again and she held her breath with her eyes tightly shut already preparing for the worst but the slap she expected never came. "Tch...!"

She heard him hissed in deep irritation, withdrawing his hand as she let go of her seized breath and opened her shut eyes. "Of course, I hear you, sir." She quickly replied to him, not wanting yet another abuse from him.

It takes him nothing to abuse her as he always derives the greatest joy from such acts. Abusing and inflicting both emotional and physical pain on her has always been his most pleasurable hobby.

She is his puppet, yeah, she can't deny the fact. He used her like the slave he always addressed her as.

"Go on now, what are you still waiting for?" Her father asked in rage, glaring daggers at her, breaking her off her train of thoughts. "You want a separate order for that, huh? Is that why you are still waiting?"

She shook her head vigorously in a negative manner. "Not at all, sir." She muttered under her breath but audible enough to her father's hearing. "I should get going now."

"What are you still waiting for then?" He asked with coldness and impatience laced in his voice. She shook her head sideways, indicating ‘nothing’. "Off you go then."

She scurried away from her father's presence, almost tripping on herself in the process.

Her father shook his head sideways, wearing a disgusted expression. "She's way too clumsy and weak to be referred to as my daughter." He mumbled under his breath with a hatred filled voice. "Why would the moon goddess give me such a weakling as a daughter?"

This has become his new but very old anthem ever since she was born, sparing her his most hateful and disgusted expression.

Her sight alone mostly makes him want to puke on himself, he hated being referred to as her father.

The only help he has ever done to her was not rejecting and disowning her as his daughter, saving her the grace of being the pack's worthless omega.

"She should be thankful for that, at least." He always tells any one who dares to challenge his deep hatred towards her, shutting them up afterwards.

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The hall was way too wide, capable of occupying a half of a thousand people. It was the first of the household parts she would be cleaning.

She tied a small piece she tore from one of her clothes and tied it faintly around her nose, to prevent herself from inhaling the thick dust that was lingering everywhere around the hall.

She cleaned the hall almost every month but she could not stop wondering how it always gets filled with thick dust and cobwebs too.

"This is going to be a long day for me." She muttered in complaint to no one else but to herself, putting aside the thought of the number of times she always cleaned the hall. "I need to hasten up, else..."

She knows better than wasting time with what she needs to do. Her father has no mercy left for her within him, he is always eager to look out for her slightest mistake, punishing her gravely for it.

She started cleaning without wasting any seconds longer, the earlier the better for her.

An hour had passed and she was yet to finish up with the cleaning of the hall. Her limbs had already grown numb and her body had already started growing weak.

It would have been much better if she had enough strength for the strenuous work she was given but her stomach churned, making a growling sound.

She is yet to eat for that day and it's almost past noon, her body is getting weaker with no hope of being fed.

Her whole system was starting to tremble as she vibrated on the same spots she's been standing. Her throat was dried too due to lack of enough water.

If she's denied food, should she be denied water too? It might work for others but definitely not her father. He always denies her both at the same time, showing how merciless he can be.

Her stomach growled like any angry animal would, it's growl getting louder with each passing second. Her body had started trembling and too weak to continue with the work she was given.

But she knows better than to stop even for a second, if only she's ready for the worst.

Her body was unable to hold it any more as she staggered backward, holding onto the wall for her weight support.

Slowly, she collapsed, falling aggressively on her butt as she felt stinging pain but that was the least of her problem.

"Arrgh...!" She groaned deeply as she held onto her stomach, her two eyes wet with tears already, threatening to drop any time soon.

She was unable to stand back on her feet and continue with her work which made it easier for instant fear to grow inside her. She was afraid she might not survive the rest of the day.

"Is this how I'm going to die horribly...?" She muffled out words, sudden cold gripping her tightly.