Years

ton and I struggled to balance it in my han

blink rapidly to try to keep the moisture out of them but it was uns

es off and have them soak up the water. But I knew that I couldn’t do

sually quiet courtyard, a nois

om around the corner that

customed to wafted through the air and my e

ss

bastard.” Said a little voice

ner, the sight that greeted

cking and spitting on her, beating her down, while she did nothing bu

ward, sweeping my daughter into my arms, protecting he

please, leave he

hildren only laughed and then conti

Alpha’s and Beta’s and a lowly omega l

lled with as much might as she could gather. I screamed out in pain and tried to pull my hair out

doing? Leave this p

op to their assault and in the next minute, t

chest, patting her head and whisp

finally said once the

ntense look in his eyes. It was similar to the look o

to cut off the piercing eye cont

protectively in my arms. He suddenly grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him

s travelling slowly down my body and whatever

pulled Jessy across them, holding her firm

request and I struggled to keep my te

sal quietly. And The guar

und and exiting from where he had come from,

ood ran from her cuts down her arms. My heart constricted

, brimming with pain and tears. Her lips were cracked and bleeding and

s close as I could without hurting her or making her in

hat we entered the room and reached for the

y it enough to clean up her wounds. I sat down beside her on the bed and I gently wipe

e wouldn’t work with me even if I tried so

ry once in a while in pain, I dabbed carefully at the nasty looking cut that she had sustain

breaking the silence that had settl

plied, still foc

me play with them and When will everybody around us stop

ghting to keep at bay finally burst out of me and I bu

ld, yet she had been subjected to abuse and humilia

t and for a moment I struggled t

Very early in the morning we would leave this pack and we’ll finally b

fell into it, wrapping her sma

to calm my racing heart and

place for my daughter and I, we ne

that if I ignored the stares and the whispers then they would go away. Over the years I hoped that not fighting back would make my l

days went by. I was watching my daughter become a shell of herself, slowly losing the chi

ffering this pain and shame for the rest of her life. I would r