Both Broken Isaac Lahey x OC

"You…B**ch.."

"Thup…" the slap sound resounded in the pack hall and the little girl's face became dark red with five fingerprints clearly forming on her fair skin. Little girl's eyes became red as she lowered her head. Her body was shaking as her stepmother started to curse..

Alayana's POV

"How dare you add salt in my coffee instead of sugar?" My stepmother shouted at me but her words confused me. I caught my cheek and looked at the coffee flowing near my legs.. Though I was wearing slippers it was still hurting as a piece of ceramic crossed my foot leaving a fine line with blood slowly picking up speed.

I didn't bend to check my foot but stood steadily still with my head down thinking how sugar became salt in coffee.. I clearly added sugar then who changed it..

"Sorry.. I went out for a while today and didn't see who did it.." A voice said beside me in the air.. It's just a voice but there was no one beside me..

I turned to look at the kitchen where few other maids stood watching the show of my stepmother growling crazily.. It was a common thing in our packhouse.. No matter how much my father and step mother mistreat me, no one in the packhouse would help or defend me.. I lived all alone by taking care of myself and working hard to make ends meet..

My eyes searched for the culprit all around the hall and finally stopped at the stairs.. There stood my stepbrother, Mac, with a smirk on his face.. With one glance I knew it was his doing.. He loves to make my life a living hell.

For the past few years I was not only enduring hardships given by my stepmother but also the torture from my step brother.. I would lock myself in the attic whenever he looked at me like a prey.

My stepmother observed that I was not even flinching when she was scolding me and became more angry.. She caught me by the hair making me flinch in pain.. "Do you want me to die like your mother? You ungrateful wench.. You are just 17 and you scheme like b**ches out there..Your tricks are becoming dangerous day by day.."

Yes, I'm 17 and I don't have a wolf yet.. The voice I heard before is not my wolf's…but from someone whom only I can see and hear..

My lips trembled in pain but I didn't say anything because it would make my suffering more.. They love to hear my cries and let me suffer in pain..

'Mother… mom..' I cried inside when my step mother held tightly.. I closed my eyes as my scalp was turning red and I couldn't bear the pain.. She slapped me again and again till she felt satisfied. I closed my eyes while my cheeks turned scarlet red.. My lips trembled and blood flowed at the corner of mouth

My step mom was still not satisfied and bent my head down to the floor.. "Why don't you taste the coffee you made? Huh?" Her devilish voice sent shivers down my spine..