Alpha Ryker's Cursed Luna
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ht danced on my face. I slammed my hand on my alarm clo
my clumsy reflection; half-unbuttoned clothes like I had fought taekwondo with the demons in my sleep an
nd my eyes snapped open
my room. I dreaded waking up here. Every day was a tiresome cycle, a relentless gush of burdensome tasks that clung to the same predict
to the kitchen and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Chloe and a few other
xanne," Chloe, my brother's mate, drawled in her irrit
ning," I
eetings and get to work," She ordered, "Or did you forget wha
slept," I apologis
mber to the other and I knew I had made
r position here, Roxanne? You're no more than an omega. There's no meal for you toda
ell to the ground like a bag of beads. Laughter erupted from the membe
work Roxanne or I will have you kicke
w in a sharp breath as I began my daily toil of scrubbing, sweeping and cleaning. I hated waking up late to clean, for at that time the whole
air like a bitter wind. "Look at her everyone. The mighty Alpha's daughter, more l
to drop out the spiteful words. I focused on the
ng. But look at her - fragile as a leaf in the wind," Chlo
o partake in the torment. They snickered and exchanged smirk
as more spine than her," Chloe continued, the
only the grime but the remnants of last night's communal feast
ared, her words wounding more deeply than a stab of a dagger. My shoulders slumped, ca
u're slowing us down as usual," Chloe
real pack members?" a young werewolf sneered, his
ew it was goi
g me like a blow. I wanted to disap
. "You think you belong here? Look around, Roxanne. Real Alphas don't raise weak pups like you. Y
o my palms as I fought back tears. My spirit crumbl
etie? You see, Roxanne, I feel sorry for your brother. Hav
immaculate order. Yet, despite my efforts, the oppressive air remained- the constant remin
o appreciate my accomplishment. The kitchen gleamed
itchen for the slightest error - her usual r
ed, a disapproving furrow forming on her forehead, "Specks of dirt here and t
ened I closed it back, unable to mutter a word. T
I'm lying?" she dema
y head vi
hen. I couldn't find the slightest dirt. How
the porcelain dishware and they came crashing t
my palms and bawled my eyes out. My
verything and she deliberately added more works for me.. Did she n
ng hands reached out to start picking on the s
s. Because I was weak... I was a wolfless, weak Alpha daughter who
ng you're going to have to clean up," she said
ed conversations, not caring to help.
with the dishes? Can't e
hift properly during th
her anyway? She's
ssment. Alpha's d
ated more was that I was helpless. I couldn't do
at the mess made- all my ef
was exploit my vulnerability. Behind the whole facade of family ties,