Mate to three fated to one

Nadia's Pov

Dragging the marker down in a horizontal line I backed up to stare at the wall. Two thousand one hundred, ninety days. It was almost exactly six years since my parents had been gone, more like left me. I have no idea why I mark the days maybe I hope one day they'll come back. Being only twelve it was an instinct to want your parents only now I didn't, I was almost eighteen soon I could leave the pack for good.

I never knew why they left except for the obvious; me being a runt but, that was still no reason to abandon your child. Especially to people even worse, this pack. Every day there was a new surprise waiting for me whether it was from embarrassment or beatings. The latter was their first choice trust me it was far from a surprise at this point. No matter who they were, someone would start the beating and another would surely finish it.

The only person in this whole pack who didn't beat me was the alpha he didn't know anything. At this point, I don't think he'd care that much considering our ranks. Every time it happened; I never knew what to do so I just let it be. Besides I was far too weak to stop them let alone fight back. My wolf has been gone for ages now I missed her, Mia, so much

One day a couple of boys from the pack lost their football game at school. Long story short, I was used as a punching bag for their anger. That day I thought I'd die for sure. It was the last time I talked to Mia; she saved me.

"Nadia get the hell up one of the guy's spilled milks all over the kitchen floor." a girl shouted while hitting my door.

In the pack house, I was their servant, definitely something I couldn't object to thanks to the pack members. Times like those were the worst since I had to be outside of my room. Which was a fairly small room, big enough to fit a bed, a dresser, and one room connected to the bathroom. Although it wasn't much, I was more than grateful for what I had. Even if I got handed a shitty deal in life, I still had a secure place to hide from it.

Moving quickly, I got dressed in a black long sleeve to hide the scars on my wrists. The pack has caused lots of damage to my body, some were all me. When you get tortured every day and on top of that have the thought of your parents leaving you. It breaks you bit by bit until there's nothing left, some people just aren't strong enough. I'm surely not.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw the group of guys sitting at the counter who I hated the most. Without saying anything I opened the cupboards under the sink to get the paper towels.

"Look it's the runt." I heard one of the guys say, this made me grab the rubber bracelet, slapping my wrist with it.

When I was distracted by the pain of the bracelet it helped block out what people were saying. Of course, it was a distraction, my cuts were very much fresh making it ten times worse. After I cleaned the milk off the floor behind the counter I got up.

As I did the first thing one of the guys did was knock over a cup spilling what it contained, "Oops, mind cleaning that up for me Nadia?" Logan asked, with a smirk while his friends laughed.

Logan, Steven, Chester, and Jameson were my main tormentors. They lived to make my life a living hell since my parents left. It didn't help that they were all in higher power. Logan the Beta, Steven the Omega, and Chester and Jameson shared the title of Gamma. These were the boys that almost killed me and I despised them yet I couldn't help but, fear them.

"Yes," I said, letting out a breath as I bent down with fresh paper towels, cleaning it up.

All of a sudden, a terrible pain shot through my nose, it was bleeding. Falling back and holding it instinctively I looked up to see Steven.

"Sorry about that I didn't see you," he replied nonchalantly, with a shrug to his shoulders.

"Fuck bro look how much she bleeds." Chester laughed, while Jameson agreed.