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The Alpha's Human Mate

The Alpha's Human Mate

Mhiz Dee

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Renee is an ordinary, abused, maltreated, broken human girl who is abused constantly by her father. To prevent suspicions the relocate to different cities every three months. She is naive and lacks confidence to stand up for herself and that makes her a target for bullies in the highschools she attends but all they is about to change when she mistakenly meets Josh Woods, the alpha king who claims her for his.

Chapter 1 First day

Renée's POV:

"Wake up you bitch!!, Where the hell is my breakfast?!".

I heard my father yelling followed by a loud crash of glasses probably shattered into a million pieces. Behind the closed door of my room, I knew what was coming after this. Another round of beating. I was scared, worried, scarred for life. I was broken, shattered, in pain but I couldn't call out for help cause I was useless, a waste of space, time and air.

This words has been forever drilled into my head and mind by the one I call my father. As I heard the front door slam shut, I let out a huge sigh of relief, I was safe for now so I immediately stood up, rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and decided to have the pleasure of warm bath which I hardly have access to. I whinced as the water cascade down my bruised skin causing more pain.

After the pained pleasure of ten minutes, I got out of the bathroom, got dressed in a faded jeans and tee shirt, a black jacket to hide the blue and purplish bruises in my arms and makeup to hide the dark circles in my eyes and the skin that was turning yellow cuz of lack of proper medical treatment. I used my fingers to come through my black hair and tied it into a messy bun on top of my head, letting a few strands fall on my face

My name is Renee, a seventeen years old teen and this is the life I live, being maltreated constantly is my new normal, if anyone had told me in the past that this would happen to me in the nearest future, I would have died with such person rather than to accept the prophecy and do you know why.

My dad was never this way, we were a loving family consisting of me, my mum and my dad, it was a perfect little world but it came crashing down after the death of my mum. It was as if the only only hope and light in my world was snatched forcefully away by death. My dad and I mourned for days comforting ourselves until one day, he got so drunk and lost it then he hit me.

My dad hit me. As time passed, it became more and more constant, more bruises and he blamed me for her death, threatened to kill me if I ever let anyone know what he does to me. Ever since then, the blames never ceased, the beatings never stopped. I slowly lost my friends, I would receive double the rounds of beating if he discovered that I tried to make any or anyone talked to me. I slowly lost my confidence and became the target of bullies. I couldn't fight back because of fear. We moved from one town to the other every three months cause he feared that the adoption center might take away his punching bag; thats me.

New environment, new people, new school, new teachers, new bullies, all of it, I hated them. It was disgusting and infuriating cause I was too weak to stop all this, I had lost the right to voice out my thoughts and opinions and everyone is so selfish. No one cared, all the thought about was themselves, pathetic bastards everyone in this world is a selfish pathetic bastard who just want to use you for their own gain. At least I wasn't sexually abused, fortunately my father respected me in that aspect. I still had the dignity of being a being a virgin.....not a slut.

With these thoughts in my head I rushed to make breakfast breakfast which consists of spaghetti and meatballs, I served a bit for myself and ate a few bites which is so wrong but I've been starved for days, one more day without food and I might not last the night. I needed to get out of the place before he comes back, I wanted fresh air because I couldn't stomach the thought of breathing the same air as him anymore. I picked up my bag and rushed out the front door.

As I walked by the roadside, the only thoughts in my head were about the school, new bullies,I'm not sure if I could take it anymore, my self esteem has been really damaged that I can't stand up for myself. Really cool huh.

The school slowly came to view, it wasn't more than a forty minutes walk from home that's if you are walking really, really, really fast. Luxurious cars drove past me, one of the few things I never had a chance of having. I couldn't even afford to take the bus. I limped as fast as I could, I couldn't afford to be late or who knows what the consequences might be.

Forty minutes later,

As I approached the main door to the school, I could feel the eyes of most students on me, some whispers amongst themselves, probably about me, I had to remain calm and keep moving. It was taking all of my will not to dash out of this school and bolt towards a place devoid of people and hide from their stares. As I walked down the hallway, I kept my gaze on the floor, not daring to make eye contact with anyone, I couldn't afford to look at the faces of people whose eyes were filled with mockery, hate and disgust for me.

I walked into the bursary office and found myself face to face with a woman who had a huge smile on her face "You must be Renee McCartney, I've been waiting for you all morning" she handed me three different sheets of papers "One is a map of the whole school, another is your class schedule while you must get every subject teacher to sign the last paper. Bring that back to me at the end of today" she smiled.

I nod slowly "Thank you" I mutters barely audible.

"It's alright dearie. Welcome to Moonlight high, I hope you wound have a pleasant first day".

I'm surely going to have the worst first day and I can't wait for this day to end already.

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