8-8-18 #148 in ROYAL
He moved towards me, our chests almost touching. I bowed my head, refusing to look into his eyes. A small growl escaped his throat and I flinched, letting out a whimper. He held my hand gently, moving his other hand to my chin...
TW!!! (implied abuse, alcohol, degrading term at the end)
Amabel Elein P.O.V
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My life has a routine. My father getting as drunk as possible, then weeping about my mothers death. Then come the beatings. My dark brown skin would turn purple with tints of yellow from the metal bat he kept in the closet. For 'home safety' he said. We don't need a weapon to protect the home, we're werewolves for fucks sake. No one in the pack knows of the beatings. It would ruin my fathers 'perfect' reputation. He wasn't part of the Nobility, he isn't even a Delta. Wasn't even a top warrior. Just a simple fighter. He believes that he has the most respect in the pack. The pack that is lowest on the ranking systems.
I sighed quietly as I looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me with dull hazel eyes. A few cuts stood out. Dark red on my skin. My breath hitched as I saw how deep they were. Unsteady hands rummaged through the top drawer, landing on ointment and some gauze. I placed them on the dresser before putting my hair up into a ponytail. Thank goddess I straightened my hair this morning. It had taken forever but it was worth not trying to put up curly hair. I started to rub ointment on the cuts, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out from the pain.
Once I had the gauze fastened onto my face with band aids, I sat back in my chair. My eyes raked over my arms and thighs, seeing large bruises making themselves known. Normally I'd immediately cover them with make up but no one would see me tonight, so what was the point. Loud footsteps sounded through the house, my eyes widened with fear. Father. I stood quickly and clasped my hands in front of my waist, eyeing the door. Said door slammed open, revealing a smiling male. He normally never smiled. This is bad. He motioned for me to sit in my chair and I did as told. Father sat on the edge of my bed and placed his hands on his knees.
"The King is coming to visit our pack. An important treaty being put in place over the next week. His Majesty will be claiming the land and our pack. Higher ranks, including myself, will be in charge of larger populations once this treaty is signed. Tomorrow you have no school, so, you'll be going over to the pack house." he spoke, pride in his voice as he believed he would be in charge of people. "Remind people that you're, sadly, still alive. You will be helping the pack members with decorations for the festival. I assume you have something decent to wear." he paused, waiting for my answer.
I simply nodded my head, wishing for him to leave. He stood and walked to the door, my dull gaze watching him.
"Good, at least they won't be reminded of the slut your mother raised you to be." he seethed and slammed the door shut. Tears pricked my eyes as I soundlessly stood from my chair. I walked on my tip toes to the closet, searching through the few 'nice' things I owned.
Authors Note: This is really my first serious book and oof, I hope it turned out decent. All of the 'dark' topics are mainly in the beginning chapters but a few mentioned later on in the story. I WILL ALWAYS PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE THE CHAPTERS. If I forget please tell me immediately. Oof, that's it. YIKE.
