The Alpha's Broken Luna

I've always hated the dark. I wouldn't say I'm scared of it, but not being able to see if something is coming has always scared me. I think that's why they stick me in this dingy makeshift room. If I can't see them coming, then I can't run away. Not like I would make it far anyway.

Flea. That's what my pack calls me. My real name is Bree, but that doesn't make a difference. The Alpha's son gave me that nickname and it caught on with the rest of the pack quickly. I've learned not to react to the disrespectful name after the first time. I remember the beating I got after calling Jacob an idiot the first time he said it.

Jacob. The bane of my existence. Since he's the Alpha's son he gets away with bullying me in any way he wants. I'm deemed lower than the Omegas in the pack because my parents were rogues, and to make matters worse, I didn't shift into my wolf form on my sixteenth birthday. A rogue's daughter without a wolf form. A lot of people say it's karma for my parents leaving their pack. I, on the other hand, think I'm cursed. I've all but given up on a better life and instead have learned to keep my head down.

The darkness in my room is suffocating and I know it has to be past midnight. I need to sleep, but the anxiety about what tomorrow brings keeps me awake. It's Jacob's 18th birthday and I'll be cooking all day in preparation for the party. I don't mind cooking, the problem is once Jacob is 18 he is recognized as an Alpha wolf. He won't be taking over the pack until he’s 21, but he will have the Alpha command. A shiver runs down my spine just thinking about it.

I wouldn't be worried if it weren't for the fact that he's been giving suggestive comments about what he can do to me when I am also 18. Lucky me, my birthday is the day after his. He's never shown interest in me other than beatings until the last year. Just last week he pinned me to the wall and laughed as I struggled. I don't want to imagine what would have happened if Alpha Maverick hadn't walked in and reminded him of the age of consent in our pack. Other than that, the Alpha could care less what Jacob would do to me once my birthday hit.

The fear wouldn't subside but my eyes were finally starting to droop. I needed as much rest as possible since I had to get up at five am. I had to be on my best behavior, and by that I mean make myself invisible. If I keep my head down then Jacob doesn't have an excuse to bully me. It isn't as if he's the only one, but his punishments were always the worst. The past month I'd been whipped three times and one of those had the whip laced in wolfsbane. I shivered remembering the burning sensation my skin had for the next week. As long as I kept my head down and could blend in I would be fine, or so I hoped.