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The harsh beeping of my alarm clock wakes me up. 4:00 in the morning, the norm. I slip out of bed and pull on some clothes. It's not that hard of a choice, I don't have many.

    I tiptoe out of my room quietly. The last thing I want to do is wake my brother up because if I do, then he will get my parents and they'll beat the crap out of me. After creeping down the steps to the kitchen, I set everything up to make breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, I don't know why these people need so much food, but I had a feeling that they only demand so much so I could do more work.

    After putting the food in the oven to keep it warm, I go to the supply closet to get the cleaning supplies. Every morning I am required to clean the whole pack house or get beaten. Mind you, the pack house is a five-story building with at least 7 rooms on each floor. I am required to clean the whole house...Including the rooms...That the other wolves are sleeping in. How do I manage to clean the rooms without waking them up? I don't.

    Every morning as I am cleaning, I  wake them up and they beat me, and when I manage not to wake them up, I don't manage to clean the whole house. The one day that I got through the whole house without waking them up (I didn't go to sleep that night), they beat me just because. Messed up, right?

    It didn't matter that it was my birthday today, I still have to do all the work. I was even turning 18, the day I would find my mate. I just pray that my mate wasn't from the pack, because I most definitely will be rejected then.

I carry all of the supplies up the stairs to the top floor and start cleaning. When I get to the first bedroom, I slowly open the door. Taking out the duster, I begin to lightly dust the tops of the furniture in the room. I then take out the window spray. I clean the windows and quietly make my way out. One room down, lots to go.

After about four rooms, disaster strikes. And of course, it's in my parents' room. I was dusting their dresser, which was cluttered with objects, when the duster hit a perfume bottle, knocking it off. It fell to the hardwood floor with a crash, and the sickeningly sweet smell of my mother's perfume filled the room.

    My parents jump up and with cries of "Magnolia!" (I hate my name) grab me and force me to my knees. I know what follows, and I cringe in pain when my father smacks me in my face. They continue to beat me until I am black and blue, and after that, they throw me out of the room, alone and in pain.

    After managing to crawl back up to my room, I hear clapping and cheering.

    "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you..." I stop listening after that. I know that it isn't for me. I just happen to share my birthday with the Alpha and the Beta of the pack. So every year my birthday was not only "forgotten" but it was engulfed with parties and presents for them.

    I brush my teeth and hair and head outside. Most of the pack members wait for the school bus, but I am more than willing to take an extra fifteen minutes if it means being spared the bullying of the pack in the bus. They most definitely won't miss the chance to rub it in my face that it was my eighteenth birthday. They did it on my 13th birthday, my 16th birthday, basically any important birthday to me. My Sweet 16 was a room full of junk that I had to clean up. No one cared about me, but I couldn't wait to meet my mate. Hopefully, he would care for me.

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Hope you like this! It's my first book so it's probably going to be really crappy. I apologize for any and all typos and mistakes. Feel free to vote and comment!