Rejected But Pregnant novel Chapter 3

I woke up in a white room, with 16 stitches in my stomach. I was told that my parents had died protecting me, and that moment was when my fairytale life turned into a nightmare.

Sighing, I broke myself from my thoughts and concentrated on my wounds. Closing my eyes I breathed in deeply and applied the antibiotic to the gash. Opening my eyes I looked at the long gash on my abdomen and slowly inched the needle towards it, sewing my wound together with a torrent of tears running down my face, my teeth biting into the socks in my mouth. Doing this four more times for the other gashes on my body, I finally laid down for a break before I began on the other wounds.

As I laid there, in what was most likely not the weakest state I've been in over these years, I kept on thinking, just what if.

I ran a comb through my thick, light brown hair, sighing as I did. Another day at school, another day of beatings and suffering. I wonder how they would feel if I ran away? They would probably celebrate, my wolf sneered. Would they even notice if I ran away, much less died?

Brushing my fingers over my necklace, I looked into the mirror, seeing my thin face, hollow cheeks and eyes staring right back at me. No wonder why they hate me so much, I thought to myself. Why would they care about the poor ugly servant girl that got their Beta and female Beta killed? I shook my head and quickly threw on my baggy hoodie, hoping to ward off my thought from going to dangerous places, though to no prevail.

A drawn out breath escaped my lips as I shuffled my way over to the metal doors. I opened the door slowly, knowing if I moved any faster I would be in greater pain then I am in now. Moving up the stairs at a snail's pace, the guard followed behind me, watching my every step. I don't really know why I call him a guard, he doesn't really guard me, and he's only here to make sure I make it upstairs to do the chores and school work. Sometimes, I'm too beat up to walk up the stairs and he has to carry me. Otherwise, he's with his family and friends, I suppose.

Reaching the door, I lowered my eyes and opened it, knowing that no one would want to see my face this early in the morning. I twiddled my fingers together.

"Hey, look everybody! The witch has finally made an appearance." Ryan one of the enforcers (Warrior/Fighter) said sarcastically. I stood there, taking their comments like they were nothing, "Bitch, look at me when I'm talking." He growled angrily, pushing me roughly.

"Calm down Ry, you don't want to make Leo any more pissed off then he is," warned Aaron, not even sparing me a glance, "He's already pissed off about not finding his mate."

I looked down feeling a little sorry for Leo. Us werewolves' have only one mate in our entire existence. Mates are like soul mates. They are your forever. You meet your mate on your 18th birthday, the exact date and time of your birth. Both the male and female smell an irresistible scent that leads them to their mate. Once they find each other, they are very protective of each other, the males more than the females, usually. The Alpha males, the leaders, and betas, second in command, were the most possessive and protective of them all. Having powerful wolves, they never rejected their mates. My parents were mates.

"Hey, next time you do my homework, make it more believable, do you really think that any of us have the time to work on our homework for an A?" Shelly, the 'Future Alpha Female' rudely told me. Shelly was one of the many girls who thought they were going to be Leo's mate. She was leader of the group. I was secretly happy that none of them were, because that meant less beatings for me.

I nodded my head at her, knowing it was better to agree with her than disagree. I knew the grades they got with my work could get them into a good college, yet none of them thanked me or appreciated the work I did for them.

My stomach grumbled and I frowned as I placed a hand on my stomach, trying to control the growling. While people started to leave, I picked up their dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. The plates that couldn't fit in the dishwasher I began to wash by hand.

Hearing the beep come from my watch, I knew I had only 2 hours before I had to do the laundry. Cleaning the last dish, I went to make the adults' lunch. I tossed a salad for the women and made over 150 sandwiches for the men.

Hearing my watch beep again, I made my way over the laundry room and started to load the first batch of clothes. As they were washing, I made my way carefully up the stairs to the last room on the right, which led to the Alpha's youngest son, Xavier, who was an adorable 9 years old.