My Savior Alpha, Jessie Marie [book recommendations website .txt] 📗

 My name is Holly Woods and I am 16 years old. I belong to a pack of werewolves who are known for their skill in both tracking and taking down enemies, though the pack was far from the greatest out there. It was called the 'midnight' pack, it was my personal hell. It's not that I look strange. In fact, My complexion like nearly all werewolves was naturally deeply tanned, the genes which had been passed down to me from my parents being the reason why. The most werewolves are very athletic, but I was unhealthily thin. Years of starvation and rood rations will do that to a person. You may not believe it, but I am the daughter of Alpha of the pack. I was supposed to be respected in the Wolf Pack, but all I got was ridicule and abuse, and I was used to it. I was hated in the pack, the reason unknown since as far back as I could remember I never knew what it was like to be loved. To be honest I wouldn't have thought it existed if it hadn't of been for me watching as couples mated over the years, it was both painful and amazing to watch.I didn't think I would ever find a mate which was what made it painful. Anyway I'm getting off track, but to put it both crudely and bluntly my family hated me. Again I didn't know why, since I was sure I hadn't done anything to offend them in such a way, but I cannot remember. I was treated worse than a slave, the reason being that it was my pack, my family, my parents who were treating me in such a way and not some random person I was taking orders from. Nothing changed for me when my brother became the next Alpha. He was an incompetent Alpha and in many ways I was more capable than he was. I could see he was running the pack into the ground it was seemingly oblivious to everyone else. It wouldn't be long until they had to align themselves to another pack, give over control to another Alpha due to having no other choice. It didn't bother me; I didn't have that long left anyway. It was not that I had any illness, but that my health had deteriorated from chronic hunger and fatigue. I don't even know if any of my companions will notice me if I fall asleep and don't wake up one day.It was a Monday morning when I was woken in the usual manner, the all—to—familiar feeling of ice—cold water crashing onto me in a harsh and painful manner. The feel of the icy liquid as it hit the thin sheet that was my bed, instantly soaking the thin material and hitting my body in a sudden rush as the feeling of my skin burning from the shock of the temperature causing me to gasp. I screamed the first few times they had done it, in both shock and pain but now only a gasp fell from my lips due to the fact I expected it."Get up!"I didn't bother to reply, they pretended not to hear a word that passed my lips anyway so why should I bother? I hadn't spoken in the past years other than a small word here and there, I wasn't a mute, I just didn't have anyone to hear what I wanted to say. Sighing I got to work, my chores were basically everyone's put together, another one of my brothers' so—called amazing ideas. I had no idea how the pack was going to cope when I was gone; they did nothing for themselves after all. I cooked food for them only to get nothing in return. I cleaned up after them even if I wasn't my mess. I washed there nice clothes, feeling worthless and cheap as I compared them to my own.So you see my life was far from perfect, the only thing which I was relieved of was that while I was humiliated, beaten and abused they never pushed it far enough to violate me sexually. They were horrible people, but they weren't monsters who would stoop as low as to rape a girl…I hoped not anyway. It took me the entire day to finish the exceedingly long list which had been left out for me as usual, by the end of it my vision was blurry and I was minutes from passing out due to exhaustion. I was shaking like a leaf, my body stiff and painful with every movement as I leaned against the wall waiting for them to get home from school, the fact I wasn't allowed to go meaning while I was good with strategies, with tactics and with finances I wasn't the smartest person in the world. I had never been to school, remembering when my bitch of a mother had told me when I had asked when I was little. 'School is for people who actually have a chance in life, I am not going to let you waste your life when you could be obeying your brother and doing the chores since it will be the only thing you will ever be good at'It wasn't long until everyone arrived back at the pack house after school, my head bowed low as I tried to play myself off as being invisible. It was moments likes these I felt the worse, hearing them laughing and seeing them smile with each other. I couldn't remember the last time I smiled, hell I can't even remember if I had ever smiled in my life. The thought made me frown, but the action I quickly regretted when it got me the unwanted attention I had tried to avoid."What are you frowning at freak?" my brother sneered.

"What are you frowning at freak?" my brother sneered as his hand made contact with the back of my head, the force of the action making my head snap forward and my neck to crack slightly under the strain of his hit. 'Freak' was a term I was called often; it didn't bother me as much as it probably should have. I didn't reply to his question, my lips firmly shut as I knew the best and safest way to get out of this was to not respond at all. You must be thinking why that didn't make matters worse, but strangely it didn't. He liked it when I didn't respond; I think it gave him a sense of power over me which he craved. He was a bad and useless leader, not to mention both power hungry, lazy and greedy. He may have been only a year older than me, but he acted like a child who couldn't take no for an answer."Aw, is the freak not answering me?" he continued to taunt, it being nothing I hadn't heard before as I ignored the sniggers which erupted from all around the room. Surprisingly though it didn't seem to be as loud as usual even though everyone was present, perhaps they were growing up after all and seeing that picking on an unhealthily thin girl who was only at the young age of 16 was nothing more than pathetic and cruel. Again I didn't answer, knowing that all he wanted to hear was the silence."Go get dinner ready bitch, and don't  think about eating anything either your fat enough as it is!" he snapped before shoving me in the direction of the kitchen, my hand reaching out to steady my heavily shaking form as I held onto the door frame for dear life, not wanting to lose my balance and collapse onto the ground. I knew no one would help, like I said I was the runt of the pack, the one that nobody wanted around but heavily depended on to run their lives. It was pathetic, but I didn't have long left to suffer through it before my health finally caught up with me and I was buried 6ft under. After making everyone their food, it taking longer than expected due to my shaky hands making it practically impossible to use a knife safely, meaning my hands were raw and bleeding by the end of it. Thankfully I didn't get any crap for it though, but then again it wasn't until it was time for me to go to bed, my form of near collapsing that the thin cord I was hanging onto snapped. The pack seemed to think that it would be funny to ruin the one thing that I cared about, the one thing that brought any kind of happy thoughts into my mind whenever I thought about it. It was my happy place, but the heartless bastards destroyed it without a second thought. It was a single flower which I had growing in a pot in my room; I had managed to keep it alive for years which was an accomplishment in itself. It was a large white daisy, nothing special but it was mine. I loved flowers, how beautiful and free they were, how they provided  the bees with pollen to help them make honey. I thought they were amazing, bringing brightness to my day every time I stared at it when I sat alone in the tiny room which represented my bedroom. I remembered the first time I saw it when I ran through the woods, sneaking it up to my room as I brushed the petals of the large daisy whenever I was in a particularly bad mood. It was my safe haven you could call it, yet when I saw it smashed on the floor in the centre of the room I knew there was nothing left holding me here. I heard everyone downstairs laugh at my reaction to destroying such a stupid object. I know I couldn't do this anymore; I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. So with that I grabbed the rags which I had no choice but to call my clothes and waited until everyone was asleep. I didn't bother to leave a note as I dashed out into the snow; they could rot in hell for all I cared. It was late at night, and I felt very sick with cold and hunger, but the thought of my imminent relief gave me new hope. So with that I carefully tied the ratted material to my ankle before crying out as I shifted into my pure white wolf, the only color on my thick coat being that one of my paws and my right ear was a deep black making me look anything but dangerous. It unfortunately hurt me as I shifted formed, phasing shouldn't have been  painful for a wolf, but with my poor health and the fact it had been a while since I had been in this form it was expected under the circumstances. The pain I knew wouldn't fade, I was far too weak to heal but my wolf kept