Banished by Her Cruel Alpha King

A painful kick that sent Camilla falling from her thinly mattressed bed with a loud thud, thus waking her up made her tell in pain. She held her butts, rubbing all the areas that hurt, but a slap on her left cheek that resulted in her hitting the edge of the bed made her forget all the pains and pulled her back into reality.

"Good morning, Mother!" She quickly struggled to stand, biting her lower lip so she wouldn't cry out from the throbbing pain in her ribs. Her ribs burned, making her have the desire to just bend and numb the pain away. The pain throbbed, pulsating her blood in waves of sharp pain and making her dull brown eyes, which had lost their glint years ago, wet.

"Mother?" "Have you forgotten that I am not your mother and I'll never be?" The harsh reply came with another slap on her right cheek. She stumbled backwards, holding her cheeks, which burned to the extent that the tears she had been holding found themselves welling out of her well.

"I am sorry, ma'am." She bit her inner cheeks, looking everywhere but not at the lady standing in front of her. She knew looking at her in the eye would result in another beating of her life. 

Growing up, Camilla had only seen her mother as her only parent. She had never seen her father, and she never dared ask. Her mother always advised her to look carefully wherever she went so that she wouldn't attract attention. When she wanted to know why, her mother claimed her dad wasn't aware of her existence and that he would ask his mom to kill her when he finds out about her.

She was careful of her surroundings as she was told until two years later. She was playing in their little courtyard when two heavily built men driving a black car with tinted glasses drove to their gate. She ran inside, telling her mother that she had visitors, but the expression on her mother's face was something she didn't expect. Her mother was frozen for a whole minute, and all that while she had her nails dug into her wrists until she bled. It's like her bleeding brought her mother back to the real world because she looked down at her with fear in her eyes and asked her to run and hide in the house.

When she came out, it was late because she had fallen asleep while waiting for her mother to call her out. Their house was empty, and her precious mother was nowhere to be found. She called out, and when she got no response but the echoes of her scared little voice, she cried herself to sleep, and she ended up sleeping on a hungry stomach. She was four anyway, and there was no way she could make a meal for herself, let alone boil a cup of water without burning her fingers. When the wolves howled in the forest, that mostly surrounded their cottage from the bad people out there, as her mother always said, a knock echoed at the door.

Happily, she ran to it, thinking it was her mother, but she was greatly mistaken. It was the previous day's guys who were standing at the door with cold looks on their faces. This time around, they were accompanied by a handsome-looking man with black eyes, whom she had grown up seeing in her mother's locket, which she always wore around her neck.

"She strikingly resembles you, Alpha Cameroon!" She had one of the two men gasping.