Chapter 2 – Betrayed From Birth

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My mother the Luna, Cassandra Sullivan, was positive that I would not be given a wolf. The whole pack in fact believed that I was wolfless, as neither she, nor my father, or anyone else in the pack for that matter had ever sensed that I had a wolf. Emerald has hidden her scent from the pack this whole time.

When we leave our room and go downstairs, she hides our scent, she hid it when I was finishing my last month at school too. I am more thankful that Emerald did that for me than her being able to heal me from when I had my little “accidents.” I would prefer everyone to think that I have no wolf, as I think I need to get out of the Silver Blade pack. Things are really bad here, and the chances of my mate being here in this pack are pretty slim.

Even if he were in this pack, the probability of him rejecting me right off the bat is very high. I get bumped, shoved, tripped, and had my bones broken, more than it should be possible. I am the daughter of the Alpha of this pack, I should be safe here in my own pack, but I am not safe. That is why I am required to stay in my room or the library when I do get permission to go there from Mom.

She is nicer to me than my father is, but that isn’t saying very much. She has never taken my side in front of him, in anything in my life.

Dad has never hit me, or physically hurt me. What he does is actually worse, it is all emotional abuse, and it has cut me to my very core on each and every occasion. You would think that I would have learned that fact by now.

I honestly should never get hopeful that he might have a change of heart and love me too. For him to see how much I love him, and my mother, and crave their approval. But it never happens, he has never said a kind word to me.

He has never taken up for me or supported me, and that fact alone is what hurts the most. He thinks the very worst of me all the time. He is the most important person in my life, the one I look up to the most, and he actually hates me. He treats me worse than anyone else in this stupid pack.

I guess I will never know why, I have asked numerous times, and all I am met with is anger, and then my parents leaving whatever room we were in at the time.

They both leave, heading in two separate directions, and neither of them will tell me anything. Whatever the secret is, it is the pack’s biggest secret, and that makes me even more nervous about why they hate me so much. My sister hates me too, but she is really smart about how she hides it, faking concern as if she cares.

She totally works up my tormenters and then walks away while I call out for help. I learned the real truth of our relationship at fourteen years old. The truth was that I would not be able to trust her, ever again.

I was hurt more than I had ever previously been hurt and ended up in the pack hospital with several broken bones and knocked out from hitting the ground so hard.

Reagan was there when it happened, but as I was waking up, I heard the story that she was telling our Dad. The whole thing was a lie. When I was finally able to speak, I did tell Dad what had actually happened, and then he slapped me for lying.

I was stunned as he had never hit me before, he just allowed others to hurt me.

He immediately took her side of it, not mine, and I actually learned two lessons on that day. The first is just how much Reagan will boldly lie to our parents, or really anyone, to get her way. Second, she started that whole event and never got in trouble for attempting to kill me. She walked right out the door with Dad, giving me a smirk as they left, knowing that Dad totally believed the lies she told.

He had broken my heart again, and I swore from that day forward that I was locking him out of my heart.

I was never going to hope that he would change, or truly love me, ever again. I can still remember him walking out of my hospital room with his arm around her shoulders murmuring to her about how much he loved her, and her smirking back at me. That was the cherry on top of the sundae, and I decided right then and there that I would not be allowing either of them to catch me unawares, or off guard again.

Mom had given me a little smile before she went to leave my hospital room before stopping at the door and telling me, “I will be back to check on you in the morning. I will have an Omega bring you a book to read tonight.” I watched her as she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the silence that was suddenly overwhelming and seemed to take over the room.

It was at that moment that my heartbreak was complete. A short time later all that could be heard from my room were the sound of my sobs, as I cried myself to sleep. I knew the book would never come, and it didn’t.

Even if Mom did manage to remember what she had said to me, the Omegas never really cared for me at all. I was unimportant in this pack, I had no value, a fact that had been drilled into me every single day. No one had to listen to me or fulfill any of my requests.

Like my own birthday cake, or at least for them to put both of our names on our birthday cake. Instead every year it was only Reagan’s name on the cake, and me not being welcome at my own party. No gifts were ever for me, they were always just for Reagan.

My mom had come back alone to the hospital the following afternoon to get me checked out, and taken back to my room to complete the healing process. I was back in my room that night, with no dinner because I couldn’t maneuver the stairs.

Goddess forbid someone had to bring food up for me. It was at the 48-hour mark when my mom decided to check on me to see why I hadn’t come down to eat any of my meals. They had forgotten that I was not able to use the stairs to get down to the dining room and we had no elevator here at the packhouse.

I healed slowly, according to my family, and that was the first time the rumor that I had no wolf, started to spread. It ran rampant, and my dad did nothing to stop it, it actually seemed to please him that I didn’t have a wolf.

I started climbing a tree to hide from whoever was coming and got about 20 feet up from the base of the tree. I picked a spot where there were two strong branches coming out very close together, stretching out from the tree, and got comfortable on the branches.

Whoever was coming this way was getting near, and I didn’t want to get caught out of the house. I wasn’t very well known to the whole pack just mainly to the kids that had gone to school with me would really know me, otherwise, they would have to have seen me eating in the dining hall with my parents. I was the Alpha’s daughter, but I was not a valued member of this pack.

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