Miserable Slave: Save Me, Alpha King

Candance’s POV

Abomination, freakshow, and a curse on the land bestowed upon this monstrosity.

These words were playing in the back of my mind while the lash was being applied to my back, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling out of my eyes despite the pain that was still present in my back. When the force of the whip peeled away at my skin, I could feel my own flesh ripping apart.

"You like that huh? I heard someone yell in my ear, "You weirdo!" but I didn't pay any attention to what they said. Although I was making an effort to push through the discomfort, it was becoming too much for me to bear. My back was covered with so many wounds and scars that it would be difficult for anyone to locate an area on it that was not damaged in some way (wounded or scarred).

The beastly voice said, "Why don't we do that again!" as it unleashed another onslaught of whip lashes on my back. "Why don't we do that again!" I was being punished for merely existing, and as a result, my hands and knees began to weaken under the pressure of the pain that came with each stroke. I was leaning against the wall.

The crack of the whip could be heard in the air as it came down for the second time. This time, it struck with more force and accuracy, striking out at my spine. I had reached the point where I could no longer control or handle the pain, and as a result, I sank to my knees.

"Who in the Hell told you that you could rest?!!" The voice continued, and at the same time I felt someone pull forcefully at my hair, I saw a flash of red across my eyes. At the same time, my scalp felt like it was being torn from my own skull because of the force. "That little slutty crap show believes she can relax! Until I have finished with you, no abomination will be able to find peace and quiet.

After shoving me against the wall for the second time, my assailant pulled me up and held me there. I could only groan in agony as the whip struck me one more time.

My wolf yelled at me, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" and then continued, "You keep clinging to the illusion that you would be able to make peace with this monster!"

He is my companion. I can't just leave." I responded to her, at which point I became the target of her annoyance and violence.

"Oh, your partner is effing and blinding you you to death! You foolish fuck!" Another growl came from my wolf, and this time I understood her hostility. I was putting us through utter pain for the sake of clinging to this unhealthy relationship for as long as I possibly could.

The reason for this is because we have a child, and I felt a responsibility to safeguard her. Even if it meant that I had to bear the majority of the suffering by myself, I would do it.

"What the hell was that stupid Moon Goddess thinking when she cursed me to be your mate?" A strike fell on my back, and I lurched down in pain at how strongly it connected to my spine. While this was happening, the voice of my companion continued.

The punches kept coming down on me, and within my thoughts, my wolf was roaring at me and berating me for continuing to take this.

—-

The hours went by, and all the while, my daughter Chloe was dozing off on a meager and sparse mattress. She had such a serene expression on her face that I couldn't help but swallow back my tears as I apologized to her in my head for the torment I was putting her through. I had the constant urge to get away, but there was just too much for me to process at the time. I was far too frail and had no use whatsoever, but I vowed that I would never let my child go through what I had. I had to figure out how to get out of this situation.

While I was looking at my baby, I had the sensation that something was burning me up, as if a powerful presence was holding me down to the ground. I carefully pulled away from Chloe so that she would not become involved in this mess that was going on.

It wasn't bad enough that I was just tortured earlier by my own mate; now I have to deal with this as well. The door opened, and there he stood: Alpha Thomas, gazing fiercely at me. I felt the entire weight of his Alpha Command bearing down on me. It was almost as if he could not get enough of the cruel treatment.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I tell him in an angry tone, and I notice a smirk on his face. When I addressed him, I did not use the appropriate title.

"Oh, well, well, getting feisty, aren't we?!" While he was lifting me off the ground and pinning me against the wall, Thomas Alpha muttered something to me in a menacing voice. I attempted to get away from him but he was too strong. His eyes glared at me even more fiercely, and I knew that he was mind connecting.

Alpha Thomas, with a sneering grin, dragged me across the space, and he continued to drag me until we reached the exterior of the pack house, where a large number of the pack's members had congregated, and they were behaving in a manner that suggested they were in some kind of a frenzy.

"I demand complete silence!" He threw me into the field, where I landed with a dull thud, and Alpha Thomas growled out at once, which caused everyone to go very silent. Indignantly, he proclaimed, "Today, I shall teach this filthy, accursed Omega a lesson." Omega was the antagonist in this story. "You shall feel regret."

It was my own father who was the first one to move when he suddenly snapped his fingers. Some of the other members of the pack followed suit. They were holding him in their arms, and he did not put up any resistance to it.

They brought him before the Alpha, where he flashed a grin in his direction. My grandfather did not make much movement; he was simply staring at him in shock the entire time.

The way Thomas was staring at me and then at him helped me figure out what he was planning to do.

“NO!” I said as loud as I could, "I am the one who dared to defy you! Please don't involve my dad in this!

The Alpha scoffed at this and approached my father. As he raised my father off the ground, his hand gradually morphed into claws. Then, in a single violent action, Alpha Thomas thrust his clawed hand through my father's chest, piercing and impaling him. I was able to see his heart, which had been ripped open and destroyed by the clawed paw of the Alpha, which had punched a hole through him.

My name is Candance Mitchell, and this miserable existence is pain.