Prologue

|| Pov: Amalie ||

I live in a cottage secluded from my pack because my father is the Alpha. I am known as the 'Unwanted Runt' to him.

When I was younger he did love me, because I have his gorgeous blue eyes. He tried giving me more attention than the others because I was afraid to shift into my wolf, so he encouraged, and helped me prepare for when I would shift.

I was around the age of 11, which is old for when the packs young shift, so he started to think something was wrong...

When I shifted into my wolf I was smaller than others for my age, and I was fragile, shaky, and small. When everything clicked to him he knew what was wrong.. I was the pack's Runt.

He was furious at my mother for giving life to a weak, useless runt and he ended up beating her for defending me... Once he did she could no longer protect me.

The only person in my family who could resist his Alpha Wolf was the Eldest sibling. She had the Alpha Blood in her veins, so she was immune to his orders. My big sister Alya took charge and protected me from my father when she was around.

My father refused to let the pack ever see me in public so he hid me away in a cottage out behind our Pack House. I was forced into cleaning, cooking, and keeping my mouth shut to the point I became mute and no longer could speak. I could only speak in our Pack Telepathy but I only spoke to my big sis Alya, and I could sometimes hear my wolf, but she would always disappear on me leaving me lonely and left to cry.

After years of doing things, over and over again, it became a routine to me. Every time I wasn't cleaning, I would get this weird itch to clean and I would clean over something that was clean already making it so sparkling it was almost blinding.

Anytime I disobeyed my father, or burned his meal on accident, he would wait til midnight to go to the cottage and beat me to teach me a lesson. He would always leave me on the floor in my own puddle of blood, and with a grin say, "Oh... and clean up the mess when ur fully conscious, you filthy brat."

My wolf grew weak each time to the point I could feel her starting to fade or struggle to stay, I have never met her.. but I truly wish I could... to get relief that she is okay.

I would always wear pants, and a long sleeve to hide my bruises, and wounds from my sister so that she wouldn't worry. She told me once when we were little.. "Don't you worry little sis! Once I am alpha, you wont have to hide, and you will find your mate! So don't ever forget to look in the mirror and tell yourself your beautiful okay! I love you!."

I always put on a smile for her, but for my other siblings I just bare my neck, nod, and listen to their commands. Even though I want to runaway from this, I can't forget what she told me... I wanna get away but what would happen to my wolf if we never found our mate... would she disappear from me forever...

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