The Outcast Mate
My story is not very pretty. When I was seven years old my pack was attacked by rouges. We fought hard, but it wasn't hard enough. My father died during that attack. My mother was devastated at the loss of her mate. She completely shut down.
She wouldn't eat, she would barely get out of bed. Eventually two weeks after the attack she finally got up, but it wasn't for the better,she began to drink. Not long after that, she began to beat me. She would scream "ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR FATHER DIED!!!"she cried. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep, crying, and drinking too much. She threw her fist straight for my nose. The bones shattering with the force of her punch. She then began kicking me in the ribs. It wasn't the worst beating I've had from her. I'm a omega in the pack, so I am used to the beatings. After a while her hits became sloppy, so she left me lying on the ground, before going to get herself a drink.
That is just part of my story. My name is Izzidonia, and this is my life story.