Maple Jones got sold to one of the cruelest Alpha King; Scott MCcall by her step father, broken and left without a choice she's pushed into a life she was never ready for but accepts her fate still, holding onto the hope that she'd be set free once she produced an heir for the Alpha king. Things get twisted when she finds out he's her mate and then falls deeply in love with him, despite his cruel attitude towards her, she believed one day he'd figure out the bond they share and love her back but later on she finds out she never and could never mean anything to him other than a tool. Will she be able to live with him despite knowing this or will Scott one day love her back ?
Chapter 1 Jones's Point Of View
The thunder was striking, descending on the earth, and heavy rainfall was falling at the moment, making it look horrific. Rains were falling, and I stood at the corner of my room, sniffing back my tears.
I knew what that meant. I just hated this life of mine. If only my stepfather would pity me.
A knock sounded on my door, and with a shock in me, I knew it was time.
"Open the door, you little brat," he pounded on the door heavily.
"Answer me or I'm breaking in," he yelled behind the door.
I shivered in fear as I stood up and opened the door. He slapped my face immediately.
"Ouch," I winced in pain.
"What took you so long, huh?" he hit me again.
"Don't you ever keep me waiting," he added another slap.
"Now go out there and make me some money," his voice echoed in my ears, cold and cruel.
"But father, it is raining heavily," I stammered as he hit me again.
"Go out and make money," he yelled at me harshly.
"I don't care how you do it, but you didn't come back home empty-handed, okay?"
I couldn't help but go out into that heavy rain. It was a part of me. If only I could use my powers, but I was nothing but a weak omega.
Deep down in my mind, I was praying for a miracle tonight, to see some cash to save myself from hell.
I started walking in the heavy rain, going to my usual spot to beg for alms. After so much begging in the rain, no one was walking by to the extent of dropping a penny.
There was nobody on the street at all. Everyone was probably at home, enjoying the cozy weather and getting rest for the activities ahead tomorrow.
When I was begging for alms, I decided to walk a bit. If I could see people around, then I saw a group of people staying under a canopy in the next direction.
I looked well before crossing towards their side and begged for alms. "Please help me, I need to eat," I said with tears flowing down my cheeks.
They turned towards me, and I could see I chatted with the wrong people. They were gangsters.
"Huh, you need money?" one asked.
"You aren't bad actually. If you can just offer me your body for a night," he chuckled.
"No, I won't offer you my body. Just give me money," I pleaded.
"Give me your pussy," he mimicked me as the gang laughed out loud.
"Stay away from us so we don't mess you up for your parents," the bossy one said.
"Does she have a parent? I'm very sure she is an orphan. No parent would allow her daughter to be born by this time," another one commented as he chuckled.
"You will be sweet to have fun with," he smirked.
"Oh, please, I'm nothing but an innocent girl. Just spare me any penny you have," I said.
He reached his hand towards my chest, and I shuddered it away. I knew what I was doing. I was looking for a way to hijack one of their purses.
Going home empty-handed means a death torture for me. "You little punk, how dare you push my hand away," he yelled at me.
"I can do that if you pass your boundaries," I stated.
"It's the confidence for me," one scoffed.
"Oh, please, can someone warn this beggar before I descend on her," he yelled as my eyes kept tracing his wallet, and finally, I got it. I dipped my hand in his pocket and ran off.
"Hey, you little thief," he yelled.
"Get her," all of his gang started running towards me. I started getting tired and began to pant heavily. I entered into a dustbin, hiding myself in there.
"Where do you think she was?" he questioned.
"Hey, you go there, and you there," he directed as they all dispersed from the dustbin. I peeped and looked around to see if they were gone and came outside
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I immediately hurried home, smelling like trash. I banged the door hard. "Father, please open the door," I screamed in fear so those gangsters wouldn't come get me.
I heard their voices coming near, and my brother opened the door for me at the minute. I hurriedly entered, locking the door and switching off the light.
I panted in and out. "Control yourself, Jones," I uttered to myself.
"Thank you so much, Johnny," I hugged him tightly.
I brought out the wallet and counted the dollars I collected. It was huge. I guess they were more than gangsters but thieves.
"I hope father will be impressed," I sighed.
"Let's go to sleep, Johnny," I said to him when the voice of my cruel and cold stepfather sounded.
"Uhhmm," he cleared his throat, switching on the light.
"Where have you been, you worthless omega?" he yelled.
"Answer me," he bellowed.
"Father, you sent me out to get money, which I did," I replied to him
.
"Then where is the money, huh?" he uttered, unbuckling his belt.
"Here you go, father," I quickly handed it over to him to avoid being beaten by him.
"This is not enough," he angrily stares as he counts the money.
"I need more money. This can't feed you and your brother."
"Now go to the poultry and check how many chickens laid eggs. Make sure you sell everything at the supermarket, okay?" he bellowed
.
"Now, why do you smell like trash?" he questioned me
.
Now, after God saved me from not returning empty-handed, he started to scold me for smelling like trash.
I wonder how my mom feels in heaven. I sniffed back my tears. "I will go change, father," I stood up with my younger brother, going into the room.
"Make sure I don't wake you up tomorrow morning, so you won't regret it," he yelled.
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