My Mute Mate

Mira POV

The booming voice of the Alpha, my father, jolted me awake. Startled and frightened, I sat upright on my mattress, shivering in pain from his previous night's beatings. My heart raced as I forced myself to stand, wincing from his abuse. Though hiding in the closet seemed tempting, past experiences warned me that it might provoke further ire from him."

I walked across to where he sits with my mother, the Luna. My father stands up suddenly and lands a hot slap on my left cheek. I hold my hand to my face to rub the stinging of the slap, looking down at my feet as tears threaten to fall.

"Where's our breakfast? Do we have to beg you, the house help, to cook and clean? Is that too much to ask?" He yells as he sits back in his seat.

"Are you deaf, huh? We know you're mute, but has that also affected your hearing?" He asks, rubbing his forehead in fury, I stand still, frightened to speak.

I stared straight at my mother, hoping she'd say something, do anything to defend me. However, all I could see was anger and disgust which was etched in her face.

At that point, I knew I was alone. I have seen her talk and play with pack members' children, but not once has she been nice to me or made an effort to speak to me.

"Are you still standing there? You're worthless. You know how to do nothing!" Mother yells as she grasps my arm, her nails digging into my skin. She pulls me from the room, and I stumble while trying to keep up with her pace. I am weak, feeling the world spinning around me.

Immediately we entered the kitchen, the smell of burnt food and grease assaults my nose. The floor is covered in a mess of spilled food and drinks. She releases my arm, pushing me to the floor, and points at the mess with her face clenched in anger and disgust.

"Clean this up, and then make us breakfast," she hisses and turns to leave the kitchen. I bent down and started to pick up the empty can and the takeout plates before I heard a silent whisper. At first, I was frightened, thinking she had already left, but only to find her still standing by the doorway, watching my every move.

"In my past life, I must have offended the moon goddess enough that she punished me with a child like you," she says quietly, making tears roll down my cheeks.

"Just take a good look at yourself. You are mute and an abomination to the werewolf race! Not worthy of being called my daughter. You're a disgrace to our lineage and to this pack," her voice in anger with every word she says, "I curse the day you were born." With those words, she takes her leave.

Although it isn't the first time, I've heard those hateful words. I can't help but feel dejected each time. Is it my fault I was born this way? Is being mute a sin? After all, the Moon Goddess created me this way. None of this is my fault.

I tried to yell and tell her all this wasn't my fault. If you have a bone to pick, then why not pick it up with the god-damned moon goddess? She should at least accept me for who I am, not blame me for things that are out of my control, and she should stand by me regardless of what people say,all these words rumble in my stomach but I can't voice them out, which has me crying harder in frustration and not at what she said but I keep on cleaning up the kitchen.

I force myself and drag my feet to my room. Today is my birthday, not just a normal birthday but my 18th birthday where I will find my mate. The thought of today has always helped me through the hard times when my life was a pure, living hell. Throughout my life, I've always been alone, even with my twin brother, who is always compared to me.

Aiden has been their perfect precious little alpha right from childhood and was placed above me because he is an Alpha, while I was the omega child they never wanted, He could do no wrong I've had to clean up his messes ever since childhood, not when he broke mother's favorite mirror and I was told it was my fault for not keeping a close watch on him.

Being an Omega was the validation they needed to mistreat and judge me for things I couldn't control The beatings from the Alpha, my father, don't help matters at all. Even if my father is abusive, at least my mother should stand by me. But no, Mother is the worst of them all.