Episode 1

Taylor’s Pov

"Taylor!!!” The pique sound of my father’s voice resonated through my room. I stirred awake, sweat breaking profusely as I set my feet on the cold floor and stood from my squeaky bed. Just then, the door bursts open.

“You malignant little twat!’’ He clenches his fist. His fingers circle my throat as he brings me to the wall.

“How many fucking times have i told you that I want no dirty dishes in the sink, huh?”

“B…but I cleaned..”

Thwart!

The slap resounds as I feel the stinging pain in my cheek. His hand does not leave my neck, and neither does the grazed look of hatred he gives me. I don't understand, I cleaned those dishes.. unless of course he left them again last night in his drunken haze.

I struggle against his hands, trying to break free before I suffocate.

As if on cue, my father releases me and I fall to the floor. He sends a kick towards my stomach, leaving me in pain as I crutch my side.

“Good for nothing..’’ he spits. “Useless! If your sister never died, maybe i would have a better family than with you!’’

There it was! The words he would always recite every now and then. The endless names he would always call me.

I struggle to sit up, I feel the blood oozing profusely from my mouth. I was not shocked. I had become accustomed to pain so much that it became my only friend.

Suddenly, my father’s fingers dive into my hair and he grips with pressure.

I let out a hiss, forced to look up at him as he dragged me out of the room. Tears cascade down my cheeks, the pain in my body does not stop. The wounds from yesterday’s beating were still so fresh. And now father was adding salt to injury.

“Father , please..’’ I beg.

“That’s right girl, beg. That is all you know how to do. You are the biggest mistake I made anyway. The thorn is still pinching my sides. You are the abomination I still want to get rid of!”

It pains me the most to hear how much my own father hates me. But it all started with him. Three years after the death of my elder sister, Bella, dad started his endeavors. Creeping into my bed at night, touching me. Shutting me up, hitting me occasionally and taking what he pleased. The pleasure he derived, drove him to become this person. And when mother found out, he killed her without having a second thought.

Now, that was new.

He’s told me a lot of things since mother died. He has made resolutions and twisted his personality. Most of the beatings he gives me may not even be fresh in his memory. He drinks to forget, but every moment he sees me, it’s as though I’m a remembrance of the things in life he is still stuck with.

“You, you insolent excuse of a child!’’ 

He throws his hands up in surrender, like a man who’s drunk, father walks back to the couch before slumping effortlessly into it.

 He falls asleep, leaving me with the consequences of his actions and a reminder of his hatred, yet again.

……………

I squeezed the wet piece of cloth into the bucket one last time.

And finally, I was done.

If my father woke up and found the trail of blood across the stairs and the kitchen floors, then he would kill me this time around.

I stand to my feet and carry the bucket with me. Making slow, quiet movements, so that my father does not hear me, I open the door and head out. I leave the bucket right outside and I dry my dirty hands with a piece of cloth. I had earlier clocked my scent since I knew I could be late for school. Dad has taught me how to follow his rules.

To mask my scent and make sure nobody knows who I am.

I have always hidden my backpack at the corner outside my house. To avoid father tearing it apart in a fit of rage. Picking it up, I began the long and painful walk to school through the bushes surrounding our little cabin.

Unknown, that I would fall asleep out of exhaustion immediately I got to class.

Life for me was nothing but pain and suffering.

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RYAN’S POV

I am desperate for a mate. Without one, I will be miserable.

I have searched and waited patiently, hoping to find her. And as the future Alpha of BlackNight Pack, it is my duty to rule my people and fulfill my destiny. But how can I do that without a queen by my side?

Suddenly, her scent fills my nostrils and overwhelms me. It's like the moon goddess has answered my prayers and brought us together.

I can feel her presence in the classroom, even though I've been here many times before. My wolf howls for her, urging me to claim her and mark her as mine. Immediately.

My heightened werewolf senses lead me to the girl sleeping at the far end of the rows. I have an overwhelming urge to make her mine, to have her in my arms.

And finally, I have found my mate.