The alpha's broken slave

Alora.

I was born on a moonless night, and that meant I had no wolf. 

According to the laws of my pack, anyone born on the moonless night was neither wolf nor human. And that child would be killed along with the parents. 

My parents being the selfish wolves made a pact with my Alpha that I would be given to him on my fifteenth birthday as a slave in exchange for their lives. 

The first ten years of my life weren't pleasant because I was a constant reminder of the mockery my parents faced every day and they never failed to show me how much they hated me. I was made to do hard labor and face abuse, and the pack didn't pity me either. 

I was an outcast, neither human nor wolf. So I was often treated as a nobody, insulted and looked down on and it didn't help that I was smaller than the average human form. 

I had no identity, no freedom and no peace. I worked hard daily from pleasing my parents and pleasing the pack. But I still found no favor in the sight of either of them. 

Often bullied and abused from the people I called parents and my pack, I still didn't have any permanent scars. According to my parents, the Alpha preferred his slaves to be spotless. 

And as I neared fifteen, the beatings and abuse stopped, I was getting prepared to be given to Alpha Jax. That was the only time I ever knew what peace tasted like but the trauma of the past didn't stop to remind me of who I truly was. 

And on my fifteenth birthday, I was given to Alpha Jax and that was the first time I was truly meeting him. We had lived at the outskirts of the pack since I was born and only on rare occasions we were allowed in the pack. 

I remembered the fifteen year old me shivering in fear at the aura that surrounded me. Jax was tall, bigger than every other wolf in the room. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposed the wolf head tattoo that ran down his shoulders with a bloody rose at the bottom. I don't know what age he was but I figured he was in his middle twenties.

He had long black hair that fell past his shoulders and bright green eyes that glared at my parents before he locked his eyes with me and then a smirk filled his lips as he rose from the chair and stalked towards me.

He towered over everyone and bowed in submission. I remember being too scared that I had forgotten to bow to the alpha and before my parents could grab my hand or whisper to me, a sharp pain smacked my cheeks. 

My ears rang and I could feel blood trickling down my face as I lost my balance and fell to the floor clenching my face in fear and shock. 

"Seems like you have no training and no respect for your alpha." Alpha Jax said as he crouched down in front of me. 

There was a powerful aura around him and I looked at the floor in submission, mentally scolding myself for forgetting the pack rules as I fought back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. 

I felt a soft touch against my cheeks as my face was pulled up and I met the cold green eyes of Alpha Jax as he ran his fingers very softly over the bruise on my cheeks. 

I trembled under his touch and he smirked as he tightened his fingers on my face and I gasped in shock at the sudden rough touch. 

"I'll be happy to teach you. Breaking people is what I'm good at." He said before he pulled me from the floor and dismissed my parents. That was the last time I ever saw them, last time I ever saw anyone too.

Alpha Jax kept to his words. He truly broke me. Five years Alpha Jax has used me, tortured me, and abused me in ways I couldn't imagine. 

I was locked up in his home, never made to leave because Jax's greatest fear was losing something he owned. 

Jax did whatever he wanted to me. I was his slave. His toy for both pleasure and pain and as much as I wanted to forget every lustful act he inflicted on me, my mind was a constant reminder of it all. 

Torturing me every night or every time I closed my eyes and when Jax came back from work, the toture continued. 

It was a never ending circle of pain and abuse. My parents have never come to see me since then. I imagined them laughing and happy to finally be free from their wolfless daughter. I could imagine the pack finally happy that I was given to the Alpha as a toy. 

No one came to find me, see me or rescue me. 

I was a slave and I was going to die as one too. 

During the early years of my life, I had this stupid mindset, this hope that my mate was going to find me, rescue me from all the pain and suffering. 

But my mother had been happy to explain to me what being wolfless really meant. 

It meant that I would never be able to make a connection with my mate. I could never find him because I didn't have a wolf to connect to him with, my wolf was supposed to identify him when we met. 

But since I had no wolf, I had no mate either. 

We could meet and I wouldn't know who he was except he could identify me as his mate. And the chances of me leaving Jax's home was close to none as he had guards stationed everywhere. 

I had tried to escape a few times but after the intense punishments, I stopped. 

I had nothing, it was like the moon goddess hated me. 

I was just a pawn in this game of fate and I had been at the unlucky end. 

I had no choice, no will, no hope, no respect and I had no love too as I would never find my mate. 

This was the life I lived and I had accepted it a long time ago.

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