Anaiah Pov
My name is Anaiah Ross. I'm the most hated wolf in the pack because when I shifted into my wolf for the first time, I killed Tomas Rivers, our alpha's brother. He tried to rape me. Tomas was a pedophile who used to touch me in the most inappropriate way when no one was watching. That's why I'm not sorry I killed him.
Since that day, the pack has been mistreating and bullying me. They beat, starve me and make me clean the pack house day in and day out. I tried to tell them that it was only self-defense but they didn't listen and Tomas's wife, Leah, denied all the accusations and said that her husband was the best and perfect man, but I know she knows the truth.
Even my parents turned their backs on me because, after the murder, they were demoted from their gamma status to Omegas. Omegas are considered the weakest link of the pack, others are strong, but most of them are just cleaners and help out around the pack. They have no major role to play, like fighting in wars or any important pack political business.
" Where is that bitch!" Leah sneers. I roll my eyes because of everyone here, she makes my life a living hell. I was supposed to be banished after I killed Tomas but my parents pleaded and asked on my behalf, saying that it was my first shift and just lost control.
I get out of my tiny room, it is very small and almost an old walk-in closet, next to the store room on the second floor. There is a mattress and an old broken mirror. I only have a few clothes, shoes and a collection of my favorite books.
I get out of the room, mentally preparing myself for all the insults and beating I'm to receive. I groan. Once in the main room, I see Leah standing elegantly in a long dress and heels, one hand on her hip as she taps her feet against the floor in impatience, the other hand holding a yellow fabric that she throws in my face as soon as I'm at arm's reach. I remove it from my face and throw it on the floor, annoyed.
" Um..." I trail pointing at the dress on the floor. Leah looks livid now and I didn't expect her to slap me, no, I did. She slaps me hard across my face and blood splatters from my nose as I fell to the ground from the impact of her slap. She kicks me once again in the stomach and I grunt.
" I told you to hand wash it!" She yells. I cover my face with my arms as I face blow after blow. It has been like this since her husband died and I'm here to take all her hate.