In Between Two Alphas

Kyra's POV

Pain exploded across my back.

"Tell me the truth, you worthless child!"

"I swear, I didn't take it!" I pleaded as my father whipped me. Behind him, Myra and my stepmother stood laughing while I choked back tears.

My father's most prized possession, a golden ring made for him by the Pack's famous goldsmith, had suddenly gone missing.

I didn't know anything about it until he stormed into my room, dragged me out like a ragdoll, and ordered the guards to tie me to a pillar in front of the Pack house.

I only realised the gravity of the situation when Myra pointed at me, accusing me of stealing the ring.

I tried to deny the accusation.

I told him it wasn't me, but it was futile. My words meant nothing to him. He only listened to my stepmother and stepsister.

"She's a thief! A useless princess who steals," my stepmother shouted.

Her words were like fuel to a raging fire. It made my father whip me even harder.

I begged and pleaded with him, but each plea was met with a harder strike, and another, until I hung limp over the pillar.

"Mother, please help me," I cried out to my dead mother, wishing she had never left me alone with these cruel people.

"Worthless, good-for-nothing, wolf-less brat!'' Father cursed, whipping me one last time.

I sagged against the pillar, too weak to move anymore. My back burned. I could only imagine the number of scars this would leave.

"Since you've decided to act like a criminal, you'll be treated like one. You will be locked in your room with no food or water until you return my ring,” Father declared.

I didn't respond. I could barely lift my head.

“If anyone gives her food or water, they'll answer to me," he threatened everyone.

He tossed his whip aside and ordered the guards to take me to my room and lock me up.

I watched as two guards untied me and dragged me to my room like I was a corpse.

They gently placed me on the bed. They apologized for the pain before locking me up in my room.

I understood why they were hard on me in front of their Alpha.

I wept all alone in bed.

"Why didn't you take me with you?" I sobbed; I couldn't feel any part of my body.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door, followed by laughter.

"How's your back?" Myra taunted.

“You think you're smart.”

"You're worthless, always have been, and always will be. Remember that next time you want to play smart," my stepmother added.

They snickered and laughed as they walked away. But their words lingered like poison, making me wish for death.

When night finally came, I felt a bit better.

The pain had dulled just enough for me to breathe easily. This wasn’t the first time I’d been beaten, I’d learned how to survive pain.