Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

ey's

g breakfast, before hurrying upstairs to help my a

ts!" "You bitch!" "Stu

nd swollen and I honestly had to battle my tears and anger at every tur

wanted

s diaper and give you a bath, so stop slapping me, whi

had t

f sympathy for her, but I really didn't! She was a first-class asshole and a drama queen! As in if you looked up

bathe her. But because she didn't stay still, I of course go

t cut in the

gonna make me a murd

ropped it. I accidentally sighed out loud, before bending down and getting it back. A

O

confused as hell. What the shit---? But

Not this again.?! Yeah! She did that too. She would deliberately hurt herself and blame me! Uncle H

led only a second later, as he s

new that trying to claim innocence was only going to make things

yelled, grabbing a

member much

ing down my face and left ear. I barely had my hands up in defense as the punches landed one by one. Everything after that was just so---distanc

ted to run up my throat and my stoma content wanted to make a run for it. I threw up in the kitchen sink, m

onestly didn't remember much. What day it was,

hat I wanted to

ce again exited my internal organs into the toi

My eyes were bloodshot, and my chin was bruised and swollen to almost twice its original size. Lines of dried blood colored my face, m

u

d I moved my head, the room started spinning again and I felt sick. I crept over to the closest corner and just sat there; waiting/hopi

, trying to breathe normally. The pain co

l be fine!" I pressed down the tears and although my heart was aching to cry, I didn't. I was never

What the fuck were they doing here? And that's when I finally realized. Great! I was in the men's bathroo

st shut the fuck.! Yeah, I was in the wrong bathroom, but seriously?! The

owly approaching me, like I was an exotic

ately trying to pass out, so

ream at them, but I didn't have the

igh!" another one gigg

know, the slut Trevor'

bastard is talki

ts it for free," the o

, ri

. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it! I tried to steady my hand and get up, bu

enly felt the warm

They

ourse, t

erally p

way of doing it. In the "normal" society, it's just gross! And talking about hiding my s

. I wanted to cry. This was beyond humiliating. Beyond any stupid, boyish p

strength, I needed to stand. I drained my wolf of her he

er, feeling my bruises heal and wo

ut their junk back in their pants. Through my blurred, foggy vision, I

wolf speed to cut in front, staring them down, wi

his expression becoming a

y lips. My fists were clenched at my side and I was honestly e

onna have