It's Not Just About You

I should have never of listened to my mom when she said mates were the best thing imaginable. That was the biggest lie she ever told me.

Mine was oh so nice enough to reject me. Yeah I know I'm a weak wolf. I know I'm not beautiful or even pretty for that matter. You can forget about me being cute. I know I'm overweight. Yes I'm fat and my wolf is surprisingly small. Don't ask me how that happen. I'm short. I'm shy. I'm eh kinda smart I suppose. I'm not popular. I'm just like they say I am. Pathetic and Weak.

But is that really a good enough reason to reject your mate?

The one your suppose to love you no matter what. The one that's suppose to love you know matter what. The one your suppose to protect, marry, have kids with, grow old with? I don't think so. But unfortunately mine did.

In front of the whole school.

See my life is royally fucked up. My mom died when I was three due to a lovely rouge attack. Guess who's fault that was? Yep you guessed it. Mine. Don't ask me how because I really don't know. I was at home in bed at the time. If its anybody's fault I'd say it was my dads. He should of never had her out that late at night for a stupid late night stroll. But I got the blame for it.

Ever since then I've been abused by my father. So therefore he hates me. My brothers and sisters hate me. Everybody hates me. I'm bullied everyday. The sad part of is, is I'm suppose to have alpha blood in me. Who bullies an alpha? Apparently everybody. I don't know the whole story. I only got the gist of it.

My mom wrote me a letter before she died. I think she knew it was her time or something. Why else would she write a letter?

How did I find that letter you ask?

When I was 10 after a pretty good beating from my father I went to my room debating to just pack up and leave and I was packing I found it in my closet under the floor board. I was just walking, heard a squeak getting my attention. I got down on my knees lifted up the floor board and there it was.

Anyway in the letter she told me that my dads pack was attacked by rouges and since they had no place to go they came to this pack. And that my dad was the alpha of the old pack. So that means I also have alpha blood in me. I don't know if anyone knows or not. Not that they would care. I mean to them an alpha should be a strong fearless leader. But shouldn't an alpha also be smart, level headed? I think so.

What do I know?

Just because I have alpha blood doesn't mean I'm an alpha. I think the first born child is the alpha. Anyway like I said I also have brothers and sisters. I have one older brother Chase. He's 17 and should be next alpha in line but since their pack is wiped out. Well ya know unless he goes off and starts his own pack.

Then I have Blake he's 15 and then there's April she's 14 and May she's 13 then there's me I'm Victoria I'm 16. Yeah we are all one year apart.

We live in a huge mansion with most of the pack. Some live around town in their own houses.

Our mom died when I was three she was a beautiful women. From what I remember she was sweet, loving, caring everything you could ask for in a mother she was.

My father is a creep of a man. I hate him. No really I do. After my mother died the wonderful beating began and they began on just me. No one else just me. I don't know what I did to deserve them. I didn't kill my mother. I don't bother people. I always stayed to myself even as a child. But did that stop them? No.

Every day they just got worse and worse. Now I get from everybody even my younger siblings. Yeah believe it or not they beat me too. Just because I'm smaller than them. The beatings from my father no one ever sees them happening. Shocking I know considering we live in a huge mansion but my dad is sneaky.

This is how my day started to turn upside down.

"Victoria get your sorry ass down here!" my oh so lovely father yelled. I jump up from my bed and run downstairs because if I don't I know what's going to happen.

"Yes father." I say bowing my head stopping in front of him. Because if I don't I'll get hit.

Smack.

Like that would stop him. It doesn't matter what I do. I'll get hit anyway.

"Make breakfast. Now!" he growls at me.

"Yes sir." I step away from him and walk to the kitchen. I start making breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes for the whole pack.

"Hey fatass." my lovely sister April chirps coming into the kitchen as I'm setting the table. "Hurry we don't have all day!" she growls at me as she sits down. I just nod turning on my heels. "Good morning Vincent." I hear her as she practically purrs. All girls do.

He is the next alpha. Why wouldn't they? He's tall, dark, handsome and the brooding type. He just grunts sitting down. He isn't one much on speaking in the mornings. Or at all really. Unless.

"Damn it Vicky what did I say about having breakfast done before I got down here?" he growls at me as I set the last plate down in the table. I keep my head down. See I'm not even suppose to look at them.

"Sorry sir won't happen again."

"It better not you stupid bitch!" he snarls at me.

He won't hit me. I don't know why but he just won't. He won't even touch me. Last time he did was on his 16 birthday. That was about six months ago. I just nod turning on my heels going back upstairs to get ready for school. I'm not allowed to eat until they have eaten and left.

Yeah I get scrapes.

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