Sapphire's POV:

The morning sun slowly started rising sending his warm sun rays all over. I walked slowly taking the time to take in the beauty around me, trying to have the peace that is most definitely absent in my life. Being busy with life most forget to simply take in the beauty around us. We search and crave for happiness but sometimes we can find happiness and beauty in the nature around us. We simply forget to look around us and go to great lengths for it. I always take the time to enjoy life's simple pleasures because that is all I have. We can't take anything for granted, can we? The simple boring life we think we have today might be something we crave for tomorrow so I want to take the time to enjoy everything. Even though my life is not normal.

My father Eriol is a pack warrior. Though I don't train along with the pack I train with him every day. It is not normal training and I am using the term training very lightly here. My mother Ruth is a very sweet woman. On the outside. Thinking about them brings me pain, unbearable and heart wrenching pain. No, they are not dead. They are very much alive and I am their only daughter. Being their only daughter makes several people think that I am severely doted upon.

Unfortunately that was not the case. I am abused. Physically and mentally. I think it was when I was around four I guess my dad took me to the woods. It's not for a run though. To attack me. Imagine a four year old being attacked by a full grown man. Not just a full grown man but a full grown werewolf. My full grown werewolf dad and that continues till date. He treats it as some kind of training. Not for me. Training for him.

I consider myself a very good fighter now. My every move, every stance and every trick learned through experience. Through blood. My own blood. He attacked me every day without break no matter how weak I am and shouted at me to fight back. If I don't he attacks me cruelly. Just to the point of death but doesn't really let me die. When I do attack I end up beaten by him, defeated. I mean how can a four year old win against a full grown werewolf?

I think desperation and pain along with determinations lets things possible because by the time I was 8 I defeated him for the first time but the next day it was normal again. He beat up more than usual, may be because his pride was bruised the previous day, because he was defeated by me. But I couldn't fake defeat because he would beat up even more. I defeated him occasionally and by the time I was 9 I could stand up against him.

You think that ends there? No. I wasn't that lucky. Previously he attacked me in human form but from my ninth birthday he attacked me in wolf form. You can imagine my horror then. Facing a fully grown warrior wolf. Strong and powerful. Did I mention my father is the best warrior of the pack? None can defeat him. Only the Alpha and the Beta may be. I am not sure though.

My hopes of painless night crashed to the ground along with the hopes to be loved. I mean I thought family loves each other and the wolves especially being territorial and all that stuff. It was clear that night that even my father's wolf doesn't love me along with him. Guess I am unlovable to such an extent. This time I didn't dream that I could defeat him. I knew I couldn't and I thought my death is near. But still he kept me alive. He expected me to fight back again and defeat him.

So that was what I did. I fought him because my little heart was even then convinced that if I do what he wants, if I can stand up to him even in wolf form I will be loved. Around two and half years later meaning in my 11 and half years old fragile human body I could stand up against him completely. But again as always my hopes were crushed. He found ways to torture me and put me in pain. It was fighting blindfolded against him then.

That physical abuse continues till date. You ask of my mother? Like I said she is a sweet woman on the outside but in reality she doesn't care. She never cared all the days I returned home battered and bruised, sometimes on the verge of death. I don't think she will care even if I never return again. She doesn't care about anyone except for herself and the image she portrays. The shopping, chatting with her female friends, shopping and whatever vain things are there.

To think that they don't know how to love, they love each other like all mates are supposed to. They are very affectionate to each other till date. But this love doesn't extend to me I guess. I wonder if I was a mistake. I am really glad I was their only child. I don't want another one to suffer like me. Cooking, cleaning, washing whatever work is there to be done in the house should be done by me again, no matter how tired or weak I am. I am an expert in all house chores by now. Not by choice of course.

This too started when I was around four I guess. I can cook several dishes including several foreign cusines because whenever they eat something in restaurants, without me of course, I am ordered to make them. I do everything she asks again with the hope that she would love but unfortunately I am not perfect for her and all I seem to achieve is irritate her further. My abuse is not a secret too. I am sure the entire packs knows about this but none interferes. Why? I am not sure. May be they too think I am worthless and deserve all that.

But I can't say I am unloved all my life. I think my grandparents loved me. I am not very sure though because all the terrified and near death experiences I faced struck more than that but I am sure they loved me. I believe so. I want to believe so. Or else my already broken heart can't take it. I don't know what's better, whether not to be loved at all or be loved at one point of your life and not know what it is after that.

My grandparents lived in the capital, I mean where the Alpha King and Queen lives, since he was the pack doctor in his time. They both died when I was young though I am not sure how. Attacked by rogues or something. Capital is relatively near, a night and half journey in wolf form. To tell you how our system works we are all basically werewolves. There are many different packs and each pack has an Alpha over them. Beta is next in line, the second in command. Above all the packs and alphas is the Alpha King. They live in the capital and the Alpha King has a pack too.

The strongest and the wisest live there, not that there is some rule to live there like you have to be the strongest. Their training is very vigorous so when you are born there and put through that vigorous training you are bound to turn out strong. Some strong and wise go there to serve the Alpha King and be useful to our kind more. Loyalty is a very strong thing as I have heard. They are super loyal! We have freedom to be in whatever packs we wish of course. But some paper works ensues so that we are not some criminals moving to that pack after committing a crime.

The titles basically pass along the blood line unless the Alpha king removes someone. And of course it is not on some whim but for a just cause. New packs can be formed with new alphas too. Alphas can be challenged and their titles can be taken away but that doesn't happen often. Alphas are not alphas for namesake, they are very strong.

We can shift into a wolf whenever and wherever of all sizes and colors. We can talk to our wolves too and a wolf is like our subconscious mind. It may be like us or entirely different but we are not two beings, we are one. For example I am shy and I keep to myself but my wolf is bold and prideful, even through all the things I went. She rarely talks to me but is always with me and supports me every time. I love her. Alphas mostly have black wolves, not necessarily of course. But their wolves are the bigger than others and of course stronger than others. Everyone has to obey the Alpha. Alpha in short is a king and Alpha King is like the High King.

My wolf is snow because she is pure white like snow not even a speck of any other color coating her fur. Pure and complete unaltered white fur. That is very rare considering my father is a brown wolf and my mother a golden wolf. There is not even a single white wolf in our family so it came as a shock to me entirely. Luckily there was none except me, even my family not like they would be with me, when I shifted.

But when I shifted to a pure white wolf I was glad they weren't there when it happened. White wolves are very, very rare. Even the few white wolves we have are not pure white. They have some sort of speck somewhere, at least on their ear. But me, nope, nada, nowhere, not even a single speck. It's not just the color, of course white wolves are a sight to look at especially with their rarity signifying love and peace not that it is present in my life, it's the power. White wolves are equivalent to alphas, some even powerful than the alphas. They are strong, big and powerful, the more white, the more power.

So you can understand with me being a pure white wolf we don't know what troubles I might attract so it is a secret, for as long as I can keep it. Luckily my father didn't make me fight in wolf form till date. If they know I am sure they would sell me to someone or kill me if the alpha of our pack thinks I am a danger to him. So yeah until then it is a top most secret that would most likely lead to my death. And my poor wolf doesn't get to transform whenever it wishes because of being stuck with a horrible person like me.

You are not a horrible person.

Snow growls in anger making me smile. Luckily my wolf Snow understands and is not so particular about shifting. But to compensate I often take a walk in the woods, after all she is me and I am her. She is my only strength. The one who keeps me strong.

As for our Alpha King I heard his son took over and rumour is that he is cold, heartless and ruthless. But I don't think so. Of course it is not my place to say but he opened homes for orphan children almost everywhere. Rogue wolves dying is common and he ordered that rogue wolf children cannot be considered rogues and can join any pack. Of course with their parents alive they will stay with them and if they want to join a pack they can talk with alphas to let them join, that's the casual.

But if only the children want to it rises many doubts because they might pass the information to rogues. Hence they are mostly rejected and treated as the untouchable. I mean they didn't choose to be rogues but born as one and if they want to be part of a pack don't they have the right to do so? Of course they do! We can't choose whom we are born to! Many rogue children are bullied and hated unjustly which I hate with all my life.

But Alpha King accepted many rogue children and treats them fairly. He does thorough enquiry and lets them join of course. And once you join, your past as the rogue is completely the past. You get fair treatment and I can't help but idolize him! I can only imagine the protest that raised with the alphas when this issue is brought up. And I guess he shut them up saying send them to me if you don't want to and I will deal with them accordingly since the rule is that if you don't want them to join send them to the capital. It is very tough since he didn't do it after he established himself but almost immediately after he took the throne. We don't have Alpha Queen yet since he is not mated and I am sure she will be someone kind and supporting just like him.

Our pack Alpha is old and I presume in a few days the title will be passed to his son Warren. He is mateless. Word is that he is love with his childhood friend and that she recently rejected her mate for the alpha's son. Wait! What am I doing stating rumours? I don't want to do the same thing as my mother. I don't know them and their drama and I don't want to get tangled in their drama. I have enough of it in my life.

But fate always has different ideas, doesn't it?

Warren's POV:

The glaring sunlight came in peaking from the closed curtains. I stirred and pulled Bella close to me. I opened my eyes and saw her sleeping peacefully beside me. I kissed her forehead feeling content. She is my life and I love her very much even though she is not my mate. We grew up together and somehow our close relationship blossomed into love. I wished with everything that she is my mate but it was not the case.

She found her mate a few months back and that day was a nightmare for us and utterly devastating. She rejected him and the same thing would happen to my mate too. I am not searching for her and I hope I will never find her. No matter who she is I am going to reject her. My wolf doesn't accept this and he wants his mate which is understandable but I don't. I decide who I want. We are not going to let the fate decide who we spend our life with. We chose each other and fate can shove everything up her ass for all I care.

But the rejection has taken its toll on her. Her wolf whimpers and is angry at her but she would have to come around. I am not letting them leave. Her mate was very angry, telling her that I could not satisfy her like a true mate would. Like hell it is true. I am plenty enough for her and I pleasure her more than enough. He had no choice other than accepting the rejection. Still it hurt Bella even though she wants me. I comforted her the best I could and am showering her with love.

I take care of all her needs and whatever she wishes I give her. After all I am the Alpha's son and will be handed down the title in a few days. Growing up together my parents know her as well as I do. My dad thinks she makes a fine Luna and so does my mom but they are not entirely on boat with our love. My dad because of heir. Children born with mates are the strongest and healthiest so he wants a strong alpha to lead the pack. My mom says she doesn't want to see me hurt and that I might regret it after I meet my mate. Like hell I would! She is all I wish in a mate and I don't need any other.

My future beta mind links me that I am needed. Though my dad didn't step down we, the next generation, took over mostly. Just the title needs to be handed down formally. I didn't want to leave Bella but I had to do my duty and so with one more kiss on her lips I stood up. The covers lowered lightly giving me a peek of her desirable cleavage and knowing that she is naked under the sheets didn't help either. Shaking my head I collected my boxers which are strewn somewhere on the floor and pulling them on I went into the bathroom to take a quick and short shower and be on my way to solve this problem.

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