The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: BASTARD CHILD

"You imbecile!" Luna Maria said.

The slap was hurled at my face, and it threw me down to the floor.

Shaken, I set my hand against my cheek to feel the bruise.

I didn't need to be told twice that her hand would imprint my face.

"You useless girl!" She hissed at me. "Is there anything you can do?"

I managed to set my palms against the floor to bring myself to rise in a position that I was bowing to the Luna, my body shivering.

I looked up at her, and she spat on me.

The saliva landed on my face.

I dare not wipe it off.

"It is an honor for you to even feel the back of my hand or saliva on your skin." She sneered. "Thank me, you fool!"

I felt the tears roll down my eyes. "Thann..k yo. You, your maj.. majesty."

"You can't even speak well." She snorted.

She kicked me hard in the tummy with her heels, and I had to withstand the pain, but not without a breath escaping my lips.

"When next you're told to do anything, you will do it with haste! Even if my daughter wants you to lick her feet, you will do it!" She screamed at me.

I nodded quickly. "Yes, Your Majesty."

I had no choice.

Then Luna Maria turned to her daughter Jessica and gently touched her hair. "If you want the dog to do anything for you, she will."

"I hope so, Mother." Jessica screwed her face as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders. "But can't I get another slave? Why her? She is so ugly! Look at the scar on her face."

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest at the words she used on me.

"I know my little pup." Luna Maria said as she kissed her daughter's hair. "But we have to put her in her place. She needs to be under our feet at all times. You can do as you wish with her."

"Even kill her?" She asked.

And I instantly stiffened.

I heard her mother laugh. "Unfortunately, no. Your father wishes to keep her around. But don't worry. Very soon, I'll come up with a solution. I don't like seeing the creature any more than you do."

My entire body was shaking.

They spoke as if I was not even present, as if I were nothing because, in fact, I was nothing.

Nothing at all.

Even a slave wolf was better than I was.

I was the lowest of the low. And there was no changing that.

Jessica sighed.

"Alright, mother," Jessica said. "I hope the illiterate now knows how to do my hair to my liking. If she doesn't, I'll give her a beating."

"That you can do." Luna Maria said.

Then her footsteps turned, and she walked towards the doors, her ladies-in-waiting following her.

All my life, I had lived a life of misery.

It was an honor to be part of the Moonlight pack and even to live in it.

It was feared by almost every other pack.

But I was different.

I had been born in the dungeon nineteen years ago by my mother, who I had come to learn was a slave she-wolf in the pack.

The rumor that I had picked from around the castle was that the Alpha of our pack, Alpha Bale, had had an affair with an enslaved person who happened to be my mother.

His wife, Maria, had always known that Alpha Bale was never faithful, even though he had over fifty women in his harem.

She had accepted it, but when she discovered that he was also sleeping with a mere enslaved person and refusing to dispose of her, she grew furious.

She threw my mother into the dungeon at the slightest opportunity when Alpha Bale was away from the pack.

Six months pregnant, she went into forced labor, and she gave birth to me.

But she died in the process.

When the Alpha had returned, it was too late, and from what I could tell, He had turned the hate on me for killing her.

She had died giving birth to me, so it was my fault.

It didn't help the fact that me being born prematurely and with no mother made matters worse.

I was sickly, and they all assumed and hoped I would die.

I would have been abandoned if not for a very old servant and the healer in the pack, Urma, who took me and used a breastfeeding she-goat to feed me.

To the utter shock of everyone, I survived.

No one wanted to be around me, and as I grew up, they realized I was born with a scar on my face.

I was the cursed red-headed girl, born with a mysterious scar who had also killed her mother.

It didn't help that I was the firstborn child of the Alpha.

A bastard child.

I only knew the life of slavery and nothing more. I was maltreated, beaten up frequently, and made to serve the royal family directly.

I was also not to make contact with the King because I was a reminder of his past.

A reminder he didn't want any recollection of.

My step-sister Jessica turned to a servant who was waiting to be attended to.

"When you're both done serving me, See to it that this dog gets punishment three." Jessica smiled sweetly.

My heart stopped.

Punishment three.

That meant I was to be stripped naked in front of the training wolves and given thirty lashes on my back.

"Please don't," I begged him, tears gathering in my eyes. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}