The Alpha's outcasts

CHAPTER ONE

"Hateful bitch! Bastard pest! Die! Die!" A shrill voice cursed viciously.

Sounds of leather cutting through flesh followed .

In a cold and dark room, a woman lay butt naked on the floor in a very pathetic state. She was currently being flogged mercilessly with a whip by another woman.

The assailant had a malicious and hateful look on her face as she rained lashes upon lashes on the back and legs of the woman on the floor.

The woman on the floor kept groaning weakly as tears streamed down her face. Only when the assailant's hand was feeling numb from overexerting did she stop.

She had no remorse or sympathy for the lady she had just whipped on her face. All that could be seen was just intense hate, crazed jealousy and disgust.

"You vixen! This will teach you to know your place and stay there. You are nobody so you better let that be ingrained in your pathetic mind. You are only worth the dirt beneath my shoe and nothing else. Don't think that because you are being called princess by those commoners you are actually one! You are nothing but a pathetic bastard who has no powers nor worth! You are a vixen who only knows how you use her face to seduce men! A pathetic slut is the title you truly deserve!" The lady holding the whip spat out her voiced laced with pure hatred.

She raised her boot covered feet and pressed down on the woman's wounds harshly.

A hoarse scream echoed throughout the room as an immense pain enveloped the beaten woman.

The woman holding the whip smilled as she drank in the screams of pain coming from the other.

"This is your true place. Beneath the soles of my boots." She declared as she laughed maniacally.

When she had enough, she removed her foot and wiped it on the untouched parts of the woman's body with disgust.

She turned to leave but suddenly seemed to remember something so she stopped and turned back.

"Also, be aware that if a word of what happens today leaves this room, I will make you pay dearly. You are aware of what I can do so I need not elaborate further." She threatened viciously.

She waited for the tortured lady to voice out an affirmation in form of a weak grunt before she nodded in satisfaction and left.

If one looked at the whipped girl carefully, one would be able to realize that she was beaten in places where she could easily cover up with clothes.

Places like her face, hands and other obvious places had been purposely evaded.

The assailant obviously had years of practice to be able to know where to hit to avoids exposure.

Time passed and the lady remained lying on the floor with no signs of moving.

After about an hour of lying motionlessly on the ground, she finally had the strength to drag her battered body off the ground.

If not for the words of that woman earlier, one would not be able to realize at first glance that this lady was a princess.

A princess of a grand kingdom at that!

Their first thought would be that she was probably a servant girl of some sort that probably offended the lady of the house so she was punished.

After rest, she was finally able to push her body off the ground and stand on wobbly feet.

She hobbled to a corner of the room to pick up the dark cloak she had placed there earlier.

As she bent, some of her wounds that had began to slowly Healy ripped open again. This cause her to groan and grit her teeth.

After much effort, she successfully picked it up and donned it.

She hobbled towards the door, opened and looked out to see if there was any other person.

She was already well aware that there was no one in this side of the palace but out of habit, she still checked carefully.

She walked out slowly, shut the door and moved on to her room.

Thankfully her room was not far from this deserted area so she reached there within a short time.

When she was safely in her room with the door locked did she finally relax.

She walked towards her bed slowly and sat down carefully lest she aggravate her wounds further.

Once she was settled, the sad expression on her fave changed immediately.

She wiped the tears she had shed previously and donned an hateful look.

Princess?

What a joke!

Her life was even worse than that of a pig at the royal stine so how could she accept this idiotic title.

It was just conferred to her so her father would seem like he was a good man and father who couldn't bear to abandon his child no matter the situation.

To her father and his family, she was nothing but a stain in their perfect lives.

According to the way she was often called by her family, she was a bastard.

An illegitimate child who sullied their reputation.

Her good father would have tossed her if it weren't for some laws that had been set in place by the founding fathers of the alliance.

The alliance was a pact that happened after the war fought between all supernaturals.

It was used to unify their interest so there wouldn't be chaos nor another war.

During the war, there were some people who had intimate affairs with other raves thereby breeding halflings. Some people were disgusted by the halflings so they tossed them to the streets and left them for dead. In order to promote the acceptance of these species in the name of alliance, a law was created.

The laws were a lot but one of them stated that one mustn't abandon his own offspring no matter their lineage not race.

So, here she was.

Maya Carlton.

Illegitimate princess of Ethiopia.

Favoured in the presence of outsiders but treated less than dirt behind closed doors.

Abused since childhood.

What a pathetic life she had in order to hold the title of princess.

The person who whipped her earlier was none other than her sister.

Stepsister to be more precise.

What a family she had!

Maya's familial situation was very pathetic.

Her father was the current Alpha king of the werewolf kingdom of Ethiopia.

The incident happened when he had just become Alpha king.

He had a one night stand with Maya's mother who was a maid back then and got her pregnant while he was already married.

This made a lot of people question her mother's character for seducing a married man.

This fact made a lot of people look at her with disdain and disgust.

She was tagged daughter of a slut and a homewrecker.

She would have also blamed her mother for the disgraceful life she was living now if she had not accidentally stumbled on the truth a few years back.

She happened to hear it in passing when her father was stupidly drunk and saw her.

He had thought her to be her mother and apologized countlessly for what he had done.

When Maya heard what he did, she hated him more than she ever did.

Apparently her mother did not willingly sleep with her father.

She was raped by him.

Her mother had come entered the palace using the identity of a stranded foreigner who desperately needed work.

She was a peerless yet cold beauty who was admired and courted by many.

She had a face that could topple cities and leave them in ruins.

Even with her beauty, she had never tried to win favors with others but worked hard day and night to keep her job.

She never associated with others so she had no true friends who could help or support her.

Her father had stumbled upon her accidentally.

He had taken a fancy to Maya's cold yet delicately beautiful mother and asked her to spend the night with him. Knowing that her father was already married with a child, her mother had refused instantly.

Irked by her refusal as he was an arrogant bastard who always got his way, he forced himself on her.

After having his fill, he left her for dead and never looked back.

Her mother was able to patch herself up and soon left the palace.

Later on, her father had gotten news from his men that her mother was pregnant so he ordered for her to be brought back.

Her father locked her mother in a secluded area in the palace till the nine months elapsed.

Her mother tried to escape countless times but was too weak and helpless.

She became crazed due to the restrictions on her life as well as the emotional instability. This had caused her to have a very difficult childbirth which eventually led to her death.

Her father never loved her mother.

He also never loved his wife seeing as he can easily be lured by beauty.

In fact, he never loved anyone asides himself but he was also someone with feelings so he naturally felt immense guilt after Maya's mother died.

The matter weighed on his heart heavily but the guilt was not enough for him to cone clean. He was aware that back then, coming clean could result in the loss of the throne he had just acquired so he lied to everyone.

He claimed that it was Maya's mother who had seduced him and made him sleep with her. He also said that as a good father, he could not bear to let his child suffer outside as an orphan so he took Maya in and gave her the title as his second born princess.

People naturally would never blame the man as he was being 'seduced', so they poured all the blame on Maya's mother.

They called her all sorts of degrading terms and painted her as a vixen.

Maya's mother became the vixen who came in between a loving couple. They rejoiced that she was dead and claimed that she got what she deserved in terms of karma.

After Maya found out that her mother had suffered so much yet she was still being cursed, she hated her father as well as this cursed kingdom.

She wanted to find any means whatsoever to leave and escape from this place but with her ability and the restrictions on her life she couldn't.

She sighed as she thought of what her family would do if they knew she had the thought of escaping them.

She had had enough already!

The whipping she received today just strengthened her resolve to leave.

She hissed in pain as she accidentally pulled on her wounds.

Her damn stepsister just had to be so brutal!

That witch!

Her stepsister was called Cecilia.

She had always been jealous and hateful of the attention and praises Malia got even without trying.

Malia was effortlessly beautiful due to her mother's and father's good looks.

She was also smart and knew how to tackle a lot of issues in the kingdom.

Cecilia naturally noticed this so her jealously soared.

So, she looked for even the slightest reason to punish Malia even if it was not valid.

Her stepmother and younger step brother also tagged along sometimes and also punished her too.

They all had joy in seeing her writhe in pain and scream in agony.

They were a devilish trio!

They always acted nice to her outside but were brutal beyond imagination to her where no one could see.

You would think that since her father felt guilty towards her mother, he would help her.

Her father was not a part in her abuse but she was sure that he was secretly aware of it yet he did not say anything to stop it.

From his personality, he must feel that Maya does deserve it since she was such a stain on his reputation even if it was all his fault.

Maya sighed in frustration.

She closed her eyes and wished desperately for a way out.

A way out of her bondage.

An olive branch of some sorts.

She was tired of wishing and hoping.

She had made up her and not to ask for anything anymore if no one answered her prayers this time.

There would be no use anymore.

As if to answer her prayers, a rapt knock soon came from her door.

She glanced up in surprise because no one ever came to these parts.

Who could it be?

She stood up and walked to the door.

As she was about to turn the knob, she suddenly froze as she remembered something.

"Make sure no one comes to know about this!"

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

She removed her had from the door and tiptoed towards her closet.

She ransacked the little closet by the window and was finally able to find a long sleeved dress that reached her ankles.

She quickly put in on hissing when she accidentally she put a strain on her wounds.

After successfully covering up all her wounds, she then proceeds to open the door.

The person standing on the otherwise was her family's butler who had worked in the palace for more than twenty years.

He sized Maya up, saw her conservative clothes and was able to guess that she was injured.

He did not comment though neither did he feel any sympathy for her because he indirectly agreed that she had no place here. He felt that she was just the daughter of a slut so she deserved what was happening to her.

He still had to respect her on the surface though and that caused him to feel even more displeasure towards her.

"My princess!" He called bowing his head briefly.

His tone was perfunctory and his eyes could not hide the disdain, disgust and contempt he felt for her.

Maya was smart enough to sense his displeasure towards her but she did not comment as she was used to getting such treatment from the palace staff.

She was still surprised that he took the initiative to seek her out.

"What is the matter?" She inquired curiously wondering about the reason for his sudden visit.

"The king has asked that you come up for dinner. He also asked that you move to your actual room and dress up properly." He replied.

Malia raised her brows in shock as she processed what the butler just said.

Move to her room? Dress up properly? What the hell was going on?

She had been moved out of that big room befitting of a princess years ago because her stepmother had deemed it too extravagant for someone of her status.

Her father had not spoken a word in protest then so why on earth was he asking her to go back.

After careful contemplation, she could finally roughly guess his intentions.

He probably was going to have guests or he wanted her to see someone so he was trying to act like a caring father.

Even though she figured out his ill intent, she still replied normally.

"Okay! You can level first, I'll follow soon after" she instructed him before slamming the door on his face.

Since he did not see her as a worthy person and always looked at her with disdain, she would not regard him with respect.

As the saying goes 'respect is reciprocal!'

The old butler looked stunned for a second but soon sneered before he hurried out of the deserted and dilapidated courtyard.

Malia made sure to take a bath to wash of the sweat, grime and blood off her body before she walked out of the bathroom.

She walked towards the full length mirror in the room and angled her body sideways in order to check her wounds.

They were all fully healed so asides for the red blotches and shadow of the whip lines that indicated that she had wounds on her back earlier, one would not know that she was injured.

She wasn't surprised as she always healed way faster than normal even for a werewolf.

The devilish trio knew that so they took advantage of it and punished her without restraint or fear that they would be discovered.

Malia was surprised when she first discovered this ability because her wolf was basically in the category of the weakest amongst the weakest.

She never knew why since her father had a very strong Alpha as his wolf. Even her stepsister and brother had partially strong wolfs so she always questioned why she was different.

Her father just brushed the matter off and claimed that her mother's bloodline must be tainted so it had most likely affected Malia.

Maya refused to blame her mother so she brushed the matter off.

"Whatever! Let me be on my way before I face the wrath of those devils." She murmured before shaking her head and walking out the door.

Her current room was in a courtyard that was very far from the main courtyard, so it took her about thirty minutes to get to my previous room.

Once she reached there, she stared at the door for a moment before sighing.

She shook her head before opening the door.

She noticed that the room had just been cleaned but she did not dwell on it.

She did not want to stay in this room way longer than she could so she walked to the big walk in closet by the bathroom and picked out a dress randomly.

She put it on and wanted to Harry out but as she passed by the mirror, she could not help but halt.

She was confident of her looks because it could make Cecilia jealous but this was the first time in a while she was wearing something that further enhanced her beauty.

So, as a woman who always likes to look pretty she admired herself in the mirror.

The dress she was wearing was a light purple knee length chiffon dress. It was adorned with dark purple crystals that sparkled and complimented her violet eyes.

She smiled before sitting on the chair by the dresser. She picked up an obsidian hairpin and adorned her red hair with it.

When she was satisfied fully with what she saw in the mirror, did she stand and leave the room to proceed to the dining hall.

When she got there, she saw that they were waiting for someone and that they hadn't eaten yet.

What the hell? Are they actually waiting on me? What the hell is going on?

Malia had a lots of thoughts running through her head as she looked at each one of their heads with skepticism.

"Princess Malia!" The old butler from earlier called once he noticed her arrival.

The people on the table all turned their heads at the same time to stare at her.

As Cecilia stared at the cleaned up Malia, intense jealously and hatred flashed in her eyes but she made sure not to show it on her face.

That did not stop Malia from noticing though as she was observing them all.

Bella, her stepmother pursed her lips in disdain before she turned her head back to her food.

Her stepbrother, even though he was only seventeen, stared at her with a perverse look on his face.

She sneered inwardly in disgust when she caught the perversion in the eye of her underage brother.

She was sure that if it wasn't for the morals binding society, he would have done some unspeakable things to her. He was one of the main reasons she wanted to leave here as soon as possible because like her jerk father, what's to guarantee that he would be able to control himself once he becomes of age.

What a disgusting little pervert!

She looked away from him and at her expressionless father.

He also stared straight at her.

"Come take a sit!" He ordered before he lowered his head and dug into his food.

She obeyed and soon found a seat next to her stepmother.

She did not stand on occasion and immediately dug into the nice food she never had the chance to eat on normal days.

Ad she was shovelling food down her throat, her father's voice and what he said made her freeze and drop the spoon in her hand.

"Malia, You are getting married!"

Excuse you?