The Alpha's Cinderella

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t your ass

ne. I put down the broom I was holding and hurried towards h

can I do for you?” I

a

ce go numb. She looked at me with utter disgust. “

loor, Mother. I didn’

ou never to call me your mother?! Your mother is a whore, you hear tha

lieve that I was the daughter of the Beta of this pack, yet I lived in a situation worse than that of a slave. All of this was because of Mathilde Mitc

hell and welcome to my

nt on with her demands. “Give me my fucking bracelet!” she c

nd. “W-what bracelet, madam? I d-didn

iece of trash! Hand me the fuc

her with my words. “I swear,

tensed as I braced myself fo

ulled it violently. My scalp had almost torn apart. I wa

that moment was beg the woman to stop. I was expecting she would at least think about her action as I expressed how much pain she was inflicting

y-you, madam, p

om me! Give me my fucking bracelet or I swear to br

th as my vision became shaky and blurry. I grew oblivious to my surroundings, my skin numbing with each pa

anus Mitchell, arrived at the scene. I felt a glimmer of ho

g her?” Dad continu

“This filthy garbage stole my golden bracelet! And now,

et? Which one?

anniversary!” Her eyes glared at me

et to the council for a charity auction last year? It's been

and, embarrassed, left the roo

situation. Mathilde was his mate, and the mate bond between them was so strong that even a singl

asked as he scanned my injur

beating is just a re

can my face. He touched the side of m

ill ever change. I already accepted that I am at the bottom of my dad’

tiseptic cream. "Make sure to apply this on your scratch

e. "I will. Thanks, D

ing to convey as I headed back to my room. It's his way of saying he loves me, but he feels helpless to protect me from t

cing me, his own flesh a

ck on the door. Slowly, I went to open it, and when I did, the