I am Marina.
I believe I am a member of the crystal blue pack. I am not sure if I can claim to be a part of a pack that tortures its members for their sick amusement.
Anyone who felt the need to hit something or in my case someone would use me as a walking punching bag. Living among these people, who you had assumed would be there to protect you and spare you any further misery, was a living hell.
I wasn't a loner by choice, but I was one anyway.
Since I was the weakling, it was simple for anyone to take advantage of me. I was the least strong member of my pack. I wasn't always frail, but as the beating got worse over time, I stopped hearing my wolf. I guess she was too weak to even connect with me.
She may have been too weak after all the beatings I took over the years, or she may have been angry that I never stood up for myself. But things weren't always this way.
There was a period in my life when I was a little bit content. My parents abandoned me in a basket on the outside of the pack area, it was revealed to me when I was old enough to comprehend it. Border patrol discovered me and returned me to the pack home.
Natasha adopted me shortly after that and reared me as her own. She only had one son, and after giving birth, a healer from a distant pack informed her that she couldn't have any more kids. That, I believe, was one of her motivations for taking me in.
Living with Rawland (the alpha), Natasha, and their baby, Benjamin made me happy. I was given their last name and my name by Natasha. They were peaceful, kind, and loving.
They consistently prioritized their personnel and saw to it that everyone was treated fairly. But neither that nor my delight did for very long. When I was six years old, Natasha passed away, and with her, my joy.
Following Natasha's demise, Everyone said I was to blame for her demise. She lost her life defending me from a rogue when one of them attacked our pack. When the attack started, she had advised me to remain hidden in a passageway, but I didn't heed her advice.
It happened when I came out of concealment to find her since I was too afraid to remain in the tunnel by myself.
She briefly seemed preoccupied as she begged me to return inside. One of the rogues lunged at her and bit into her neck in a split second.
Everyone held me responsible for Natasha's death when she passed away. She died, defending me from a criminal at the time.
All I could do was stared helplessly as her once-vibrant eyes began to lose their life. I raced over to her lifeless body lying on the ground and yelled at the top of my lungs. She hit the ground with a thump, blood dripping from her neck, and the rogues fled.
I sobbed while getting blood all over me as I clutched her corpse. My life began to spiral out of control when the alpha learned what had transpired from a warrior present in the room.
I could still see the hatred in his eyes even at the age of seventeen as if it had just happened. Because he would frequently bring up how I had stolen his partner from him, I knew he held me responsible for what had transpired.
He started acting cold and distant after that. He would scold and reprimand me for simple things, like forgetting to clean the house, after she passed away.
Yes!
The entire pack house, which was resided by at least 50 members, needed to be cleaned.
Although I never complained, I always felt that I deserved everything that was happening to me right now.
If I had just paid attention, Natasha, the lady I recognized to be my mother might still be among us today.
I'll spend the rest of my life taking the brunt of their punishment until they forgive me because it was my fault.
Marina's POV I pleaded with my mother, "Please stay." Tears streamed down my face. As I begged for her with my eyes, I sniffled a little in terror. "Sweetheart, I have to go. She kissed me on the forehead and then pulled back, a comforting smile on her lips, saying, "You have to stay in here and don't come out until I come to get you. She quietly locked the door after leaving by walking out. In the hidden tunnel, I sat on the floor and rocked back and forth because there was nobody else in there to keep me company, I was already frightened. I became alarmed when I heard screaming outside the door. What if she suffered a setback? I could just sit here and do nothing, but what could a six-year-old possibly do? Running into the hallway, I didn't stop to consider it as I saw my mother surrounded by four wolves. She assessed them while remaining in human form. She glared at me and implored me to go back into hiding, but all I did was stand there motionless, my eyes wideni
I finally turned off my alarm at five o'clock and got out of bed to perform my morning routine. After that, I got dressed and started making breakfast downstairs. Everyone, except me, will wake up early to prepare for work or school. Talking about school, I had to learn independently because I was not permitted to attend school. Whenever I had the chance, I would visit the library and read books to educate myself. If you are curious, I had to teach myself how to read. Living among those who regarded you with hatred and loathing was difficult but, I managed. My room was far from everyone else in the attic. Even if it wasn't much, it was all mine. Regarding clothing, I would hurry through everyone's trash and snag any discarded garments. Yes, my life was beautiful. That was said in sarcasm. I prepared toast, eggs, and bacon for everyone. I never complained even though sometimes there wasn't much left to eat. One of the kids who stayed at the pack home, Elena yelled. "Clean t
*Trigger Warning* From Marina Happy Birthday to me, I mockingly wished myself. My Birthday was not a joyous occasion. Another reminder that I got to live and my mother didn't serve its purpose. I had nobody with whom to celebrate. I had no family or friends. I was just a girl living in a park, surrounded by strangers who had no interest in me. My life was miserable and pitiful. My life was in such a shambles. I felt hollow and lifeless inside as if nothing was left for me. He treated me like a loser when I thought I had finally found someone to love me. I was so damaged. I've occasionally thought that I don't deserve to be alive. If Natasha were here, my mother would reassure me that it wasn't my fault. It never seemed to help me feel any less guilty, no matter how many times I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my responsibility because I wasn't the one who killed her. I shrugged off my melancholy ideas and focused on something upbeat.I took a look around the painful area
I tapped my fingers nervously against my thighs as I sat in my room. Now that night had fallen, I had to get out before they carried out their plan. I stood up and put on an enormous hoodie. I zipped up the hood and picked up my backpack. I kept my head down as I moved through the hallways because I didn't want anyone to recognize me. I didn't want to risk anything. Anywhere maybe Ray and his friends. Nobody would oppose their attempt to forcibly remove me because no one gave a damn about the loser or the lonesome. They didn't even bother to blink an eye toward me. Without anyone noticing, I snuck out of the door. I heard someone conversing not too far from where I was as I walked farther down the path to enter the woods. I crept behind a tree to see who was there and peered out.Why is he taking so long? I overheard a hurried voice say, followed by a puff of smoke from the speaker. Who knows? A different voice responded. Ray. With his buddies, he was present. I then heard
Marina's POV "What?" As his words began registering in my brain, I queried after emerging from my stupor. "I'm not mine. Get the hell away from me, pervert. I replied as I pushed him away from me. He seemed upset by this, as he quickly pinned my hands above my head. He said once more after casting me an evil glance. "You belong to me! No matter how you feel about it. Mate. "He grumbled with irritation. As soon as he said the word "mate," I froze. Was he my partner? Was I his girlfriend? It was now beginning to make sense. I was aware of the familiarity in him as well as the warmth and security I had in his embrace. His odor was both seductive and addictive. He had a little vanilla scent and the smell of the woods. The sparks that flew up my arms as he was holding me should be enough evidence if his scent and comfort weren't. As a shiver ran up my spine, I had a warm, tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. My mind was filled with a voice that kept repeating the wo
I let up a little when I realized he wasn't taking me back to my pack. But eventually, it became clear. I kept thinking , "I never want to go back to that pack," While I dealt with the rejection and shame. North Pack. The world's most potent pack, to be exact. The pack's leader was rumoured to be ruthless and heartless. Trespassers on his property were promptly laid to death. I wasn't ready to be his next victim because I had heard all the stories about how many people he had murdered. Nobody outside of his group is aware of his appearance. I heard that he liked to keep his appearance a secret whenever he left his pack. I don't have my sights set on his as, well. "Just let me out, please. I didn't mean to trespass; I wasn't trying to cause any issues. Don't take me to your alpha, please. I cried out, "I don't want to die. When the word "alpha" was mentioned, he momentarily became stiff but soon became comfortable. Please. Marina replied, her voice filled with dread and a deep
Marina's POV II remained in the room. My asshole of a friend had abandoned me. I got to my feet and looked around because I had nothing else to do. The room appeared to belong to a friend, and if the stench was any indication, it was his room. I could only make out the shades of grey and black. The color was not at all his thing. His place was so gloomy like it lacked any personal touches. Just a few touches of paintings were added after he had everything he required. Even though this room may have seemed gloomy, it was nothing compared to how sad my "chamber" actually was. It was the most luxurious room I've ever had the pleasure of inhabiting that didn't require cleaning. When I heard a voice say, "Hello," I turned to face the entryway. It wasn't until now that I noticed someone had entered the room. A girl with dark curly hair and caramel skin was standing in the doorway. She was probably 5'4" tall. She had pouty lips, a straight nose, and honey-brown eyes. She was l
Sophia reprimanded Luna, saying, "Luna, you know you shouldn't talk that way to Marina." I can do anything I want, she said. Snapped. Luna stood up from the stool she was seated on and approached me. As a predator would do to its prey, she surrounded me.Luna spits out "Pathetic human" in disdain. I muttered, "I'm not a human. "And what was that? I had trouble understanding it, "She remarked with a sly grinI declared that I was not a human. Right, she said stutteringly. "He is not what you deserve! Do. You are pitiful and feeble. You can never satisfy him as much as I can, "Luna murmured. My heart felt like it broke into a million pieces at hearing her words. She had slept with Alpha Ryan. And here I was, saving myself for a partner who couldn't maintain her underwear. I woke up with wrath; I've never felt so angry. I suddenly turned around and threw her to the ground, as if something had taken control of me. I jumped on top of her and punched her repeatedly. She was prese