The White Wolf A she wolf exception to all the rules

ATHENA

The moment I tasted blood in. Just mouth, I knew it wasn't mine.... it was hers.

Standing in the hallway of the Nightwalker Pack hospital, I glared at the bleeding woman in front of me and I couldn't help the immense satisfaction I felt as I stared at the gash on her lip.

An injury I had inflicted on her.

Sebastian's words resounded in my head like a broken record as I glared at her.

"Go donate your plasma to Sienna in the hospital, she needs it."

There was no emotion in his voice.

It wasn't even a request.

It was an order.

Like I was nothing but a mere tool to help his mistress become stronger.

Life in the Nightwalker Pack has been a nightmare for me. Mated to an Alpha who treats me like I was nonexistent and invisible was both heartbreaking and frustrating.

When I was first mated to Sebastian, I had high hopes. I wanted to be happy with my mate. Even if he was an Alpha, I didn't covet the power he wielded. All I wanted was a home where I could be comfortable and happy.

The reality was both sad and unexpected.

My life with Sebastian turned out to be hell.

The only times he ever talked to me were times when he needed me to do something, or abuse me emotionally.

Even worse, he openly flaunted his relationship to this bitch, Sienna.

She was nothing but a weak Omega. Compared to her, I was extremely powerful.

But she was blessed in where I lacked.

She had a family background while I was an orphan. No family name on my back or really any family to speak of.

I was alone.

Sebastian never failed to remind me of that. Sienna never failed to flaunt it in my face. They both made sure I was well aware that I lacked in almost everything that they thrived in.

All I had going for me was my strength and the fact that I was mated to the Alpha.

Now, they were exploiting that strength of mine and that mate bond between me and Sebastian.

Even by Omega standards, Sienna was terribly weak. A better description for her would be sickly.

She was almost always at death's door.

Saving her life meant a steady stream of a powerful werewolf's plasma to be surgically implanted in her to help boost her plasma levels and strength.

By sheer rotten luck for me, I happened to be the most compatible person to donate plasma to Sienna.

In addition to the emotional abuse, that sparked a whole other dimension of torture for me.

Sebastian's laws were absolute and he made it clear that I would dare not disobey him.

I listened.

An action I regret until now.

For the past few years, I've been Sienna's regular plasma donor and I don't even get appreciated for it.

Instead, she mocks me and Sebastian berates me whenever I do even a little thing wrong while donating my own plasma unwillingly.

I had finally reached a breaking point today when the order came as usual.

Once again, Sienna needed my plasma.