Check Mate Alpha

.01

//AUTHORS NOTE//
LILLY COLLINS IS PLAYING KELLY! Hope you enjoy the story!!

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"Bitch." Luke, the alpha's son, hissed under his breath as he threw some laundry at me. It was supposed to be an insult but I don't take it as one, a bitch is a female dog and I am a werewolf. As a werewolf, I live in the pack house just like every other teen in the Riverden pack. Let's get one thing straight first, I may live with them but they certainly are not my friends. The people I call my peers treat me like a piece of shit.

It all started when we were in second grade. I was always small to begin with, and I could never reach the monkey bars in the playground. My parents called me the runt of the litter, the smallest of all my siblings, of all the pack. Some girls decided it would be fun to make fun of me. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Look how short she is," Georgia had snickered to her friends, "she can't even reach the bars."

I had ignored her, determined to reach the first rung on the monkey bars. My little legs pushed me off the ground and I had jumped, stretching my arms out to get a hold of the rung, but I had missed it and landed in the dirt.

Georgia and her friends had made their way over to me, sneers plastered on their faces.
"Little Kelly can't even jump right!" A lot of second grader wolves had come to see the commotion.

I had moved my leg to stand up but a wincing pain shot through it. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I looked around, searching for a teacher.

"Look at her! She's crying! She doesn't even count as a werewolf!" Georgia had cried out. The crowd had moved in, making me feel claustrophobic.

I had seen the pack nurse rushing over and hope glimmered inside me, but then it happened. The nurse had stopped in her tracks, an uneasy look on her face. My last beam of hope had given the crowd one last look before she turned her back on me.

As she had walked away, panic arose in me and I couldn't stop the crowd from closing in.

That was the day I became the Omega.

The washing machine beeped and brought me out of memory lane. I looked down at the several baskets of laundry I still had to do and sighed. I shoved the clothes into the machine and made my way into the Kitchen.

The way the pack house was set up was that the kitchen was hidden like at a restaurant. It was designed so the disgusting pigs I call a pack don't have to see "the help" while they eat in the dining room. The same goes for bedrooms. My room, the cook's room, and the butler's rooms are all located in the attic, where noone has to see us.

"Hey Laura," I hoisted myself up onto a counter.

The cook, Laura looked over at me smiling, "Hola Kelly!" Laura had moved here from Costa Rica a couple years ago and was very poor so Alpha Nick let her stay in the pack house and cook despite her being human. She was a very nice lady and one of my only friends in the house.

"Whatcha cooking for dinner today?" I could smell something amazing coming from the huge pot she was stirring.

"Beef stew," she added carrots into the pot.

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, feeling bad.

"Could you take the bread out of the oven please?" The oven timer dinged at that exact second. I shook my head in wonder, I never knew how Laura could know exactly when food was ready. I hopped down from the counter and took the bread out of the oven carefully.

"Almost done Laura? They're getting hungry out there, and you know what happens when get impatient..." Paul, the butler, came in grumpily, "Oh hey Kelly," he fist bumped me. Paul was a cool dude. He was about 35 and had a bad case of male pattern baldness. He hated the pack almost as much as me but I always thought he stayed because he has a thing for Laura.

"Kelly can you get the bowls out please?" Laura asked me, turning off the stove and getting a ladle ready.

I quickly brought her as many bowls as I could carry and Paul did the same behind me. Laura ladled some stew into each bowl and Paul began taking them through the swinging door to the dining room. Everytime he entered or left, the door would open for a split second and the carefree laughter of the pack would float in. My parents are in there, laughing their heads off, not caring about the welfare of their daughter. After a while I stopped caring about them too, but it still hurt to see them happy without me. I saw my siblings around the pack house and in school a lot. At first they avoided me like the plague but now they walk right past me, like I'm invisible. It's almost as if they've forgotten they're related to me at all. As if they've forgotten I even exist.

Catching a glimpse of them immediately turned my mood sour, and I said goodnight to Laura before heading up to the attic.

I lay on my small single bed and stared at the dark attic ceiling. I sat awake all night remembering the love that I used to feel for my family when I had one. It was quite depressing really.