Hope's POV
I fought a flinch as another glass had been hurled toward my feet. I didn't dare move. Showing fear is exactly what Alpha Alexander wanted.
Alpha Alexander had long been my number one abuser in this pack. After my adopted parents had died during a rogue attack, the blame was placed on me. Because I was only 10 at the time I had believed every word thrown towards me. Up until I was ten I had lived a pretty good life. Seven years later and I have no clue what that feels like anymore.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Alpha Alexander screamed breaking my thoughts. While throwing more of his whiskey glasses at my feet
Without looking up I replied "I do not know who broke the vase." The vase that I know was broken by Alpha Alexander's son, Derrick because he loves to watch me get in trouble.
Before he could break another glass a knock at the door interrupted him. "Father I was wondering-" Derrick stopped himself while staring at the broken glass by my feet with a smirk on his ugly face. I used to find him quite attractive but that feeling went away when he realized he could get away with anything he did to me.
Alpha Alexander's face had immediately softened with his heirs presence. "Did you need something son?" The kindness in which he spoke to Derrick did not leave me. I haven't felt that sort of kindness in seven years. Although I hate Alpha Alexander and Derrick, I do envy the love they have towards each other.
I tried to cling to my memories of my adoptive parents but after years of beatings I quickly forgot them. I forgot what it felt like to be loved. I don't think I will ever feel anything like that again.
"No dad, I was just needing my room cleaned and was looking for 'The Help'." This is what they called me. I was 'The Help' according to absolutely everyone in this pack I was trapped in. I can't even remember the last time I was called by my name, Hope. The irony of my name did not leave me. I had no hope, for anything really.
"Son I am currently dealing with her here. She broke my vase and is refusing to acknowledge it. I don't know what I've ever done wrong to her. I feed her, I provide a bed, I provide running water." He made a tsk sound and continued. "Maybe it's time for another lesson…Go find 'The Other Help' to clean your room." He trailed off and I could feel both pairs of eyes on me.
His once breath of air had carried too many lies. I never broke the vase, I'm sure Derrick had done it. He had done only wrong to me my entire life. I was never fed meals- their go to was moldy food that the kitchen wouldn't dare serving to anyone in the pack house. My bed had been an old piece of carpet from when Alpha Alexander had redone the Alpha Suite. The running water as he liked to call it had come from an old faucet that looked like it had rusted so much that even a slow breath of air could make it crumble. Not to mention the only water that had come out of it was dirt brown.
'The Other Help' was Mayzie. She also didn't really know why she was treated badly amongst the pack but she is only 7. I didn't know what she had done because she had quickly become the only light in my life. I never had siblings or had even thought about having kids but Mayzie was my daughter. She's not my biological daughter or anything like that but I treated her as such. I took the beatings in her place because unlike me, she did not deserve them.
"Dad, just let her clean my room when you're done here. She knows how I like it." Derrick was telling the truth. I knew what he preferred. I knew I shouldn't have looked but looking at Derrick I found he was already looking at me with a twisted look on his face. I did not enjoy going to Derrick's room because I knew what it meant. I silently prayed that Alpha Alexander would tell him that I couldn't come today.
"Let me finish dealing with her and I'll send her up." Alpha Alexander said after pondering it for a moment.