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,