Undesirable

Chapter 1

Ebony's P.O.V

"Ebony get your ugly face downstairs now!" my 18 year old brother, William, yelled.

Shit! I looked at my alarm clock and noticed I had 20 min to make my pack breakfast! I sighed knowing the painful day that awaits me. If you're wondering this is a normal routine for me. I wake up to the yelling of either my father, brother, or my sister as they shout brutal names at me. This abuse has been happening for years and seems to never end. It does hurt mentally and physically every time, but I got used to it. In the pack, I am known as punching bag and little slave, mainly used by the werewolves my age. The adults don't really pay attention to me after what happened except my father who constantly abuses me both physically and mentally.

"Ebony! What the hell is taking you so long! Are you so fat that you can't even get out of bed anymore!" Startled, I jumped back only to realize that it was William who was shouting again.

Sighing, I went to the bathroom and took a quick 5 min shower and brushed my teeth. I went back to my room and quickly threw on an oversized black plain sweatshirt to hide my scars from the beatings and gray skinny jeans with a pair of red vans. To finish off the depressing look I was going for, I put my naturally bright red in a bun. As I looked in the mirror, I sighed at the sight of my tired and ugly appearance.

Looking around the room, I see how much my life has changed. I used to have a better room as a child that was purple with a small princess bed and sparkled curtains that surrounded it. I had a beautiful dresser by the side of my bed and a window on the other side with matching curtains like the ones from my bed. When my mom passed away, the pack blamed me and isolated me to a much smaller room that was the size of a small janitor's closet. The only thing that the pack put in my room was a small uncomfortable bed with gray sheets and gray flat pillows. I know I deserve it though. If it wasn't for me, my siblings would still have a mother and my father would still have his mate.

Wasting no more time, I quickly run down the long flights of stairs, since my room was on the 4th floor. Nobody lets me use the elevator we have because I need the exercise, so I can, as my pack says, "loose all the fat rolls". I agree though, I am bigger than all the other female werewolves in the pack. I weigh about 170 pounds and I am only 5'5. Another reason I get picked on.

As I arrive in the kitchen, I realize that everyone is already there angrily waiting for breakfast. As quickly as possible, I make pancakes, eggs, and sausages. Carefully, I place the food on the table and put orange juice and coffee on the table. Everyone immediately digs in without even giving me a second glance or a thank you. Typical.

I patiently wait until they finally stand up and go to either school or work. When everyone leaves, I quickly gather up all the plates and eat the leftovers that the pack only allows me to eat. To them, I am not worth an actual proper meal. Now how can I be fat and eat so little? Well, you see the unbalanced diet that I go through everyday messes up my digestion system and the lack of exercise, since I am not allowed to train with the other wolves, leaves me to gain weight unfortunately. Once I finish eating, I start doing the dishes. I finally finish cleaning and grab my school bag when suddenly it is yanked back down. I look up only to see that it was my father who looks angry as usually.

My father is 6 ft tall with greasy dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes that are always filled with nothing but hate and fury. Before I could even process what he was about to do,I received a blow to the gut. As I groaned in pain, I could see that my noise only made him angrier. He roughly pushed me down and started kicking me in the stomach repeatedly.