Not an Exception

During that time they were having breakfast in the kitchen, I chose to remain in my room to avoid bumping into any of them when they were leaving the kitchen

The sharp pain in my abdomen brought me back to reality once again. I sat back on the floor and lifted up my shirt to see the burn on my stomach.

I took an herbal disinfectant I stole from the kitchen a few days back and applied it to the burn on my stomach.

It will take time before the wound heals and there are lots of scars on my body.

I am glad I get healed after everything because I am a werewolf even though it takes time. Although the scars have never gotten healed with the pain.

No matter how much I treat a wound after they've hurt me, it will leave a scar as if it's telling me not to ever forget the incident. I don't know if it's like that for other wolves.

I scoured the sweat on my forehead, once again relaxing my back on the wall with my eyes closed to suck in the pain.

My eyes jerked open the instant I heard my name from the door.

"Olivia!" Karen's screams got louder as she got closer to my door. She let it open, came into the room and shut it behind her with a loud thud.

"Why are you sweaty? Do you need me to heal you? The soup wasn't that hot" she asserted while looking around my empty room.

Figuring out that she was here to mock me, I looked away with my hand on my stomach where it hurt the most without saying anything to her.

She could put me in trouble if she wanted to without me doing anything, all she has to do is injure herself a little or start feigning tears and screaming.

"Look at me Olivia" she took a few steps closer to me and then dumped some tattered clothes on me.

"I am freely giving them to you to remind you that you will always be my shadow, you can never be like me" she remarked rudely.

Karen doesn't have to tell me that, I know that I can't be like her. "What do you want?" I asked faintly.

"Me? I want you to disappear. I hate the sight of you, can you do that for me?" she grilled as the grin on her face widened which is an indication that she's having fun messing with me.

If I had somewhere better to go, I wouldn't still be here. "I wish I had a place to go, I would have done that" I responded without bothering to look at her.

Karen bent down to my level, she took hold of my hair in vexation. I had to hold her hand, my scalp was hurting.

"Don't talk rudely to me, you are nothing but a slave. My family's slave" she threw my head away after voicing that.

Fighting back will alert her parents and it will make things worse for me. She dusted her clothes and smiled at me.

"Go and do the dishes, my clothes are also in the corner of my room. Wash them if you don't want me to report you to my Dad" she threatened, eyed me and left my room.

I let out a deep breath as I tried to stand up on my feet without stumbling on anything while making my way back to the kitchen hoping to meet a leftover.

As long as it satisfies my hunger, I don't mind eating it. My wolf needs to stop bugging me too!

My legs found their way back to the kitchen but to my dissatisfaction, there was nothing left for me.

The food remaining from the one I made was in the dustbin, couldn't they have at least left that for me?

I held the chair for support feeling like I would pass out if I didn't hold onto something.

After a while, I washed the dishes, cleaned and arranged the kitchen.

I went to the garden, trimmed and watered the flowers before my uncle noticed that I hadn't done it. The last time I didn't do that on time wasn't a good experience for me.

There will be some time for me to rest before lunch by the time I am done with watering the flowers. It didn't take a lot of my time and I was glad.

The happiness I felt thinking of having some time to myself before going to prepare lunch died down when it dawned on me that I still had laundry to do.

My shoulders slumped in disappointment. Since Karen already told me to do it, if she reports to her parents, it'd be worse for me.

I began dragging my feet back into the house to get the clothes. Sometimes, I forget that there is no rest for me in this house.

My uncle's wife will always make work available for me to do. She could instruct me to rewash her clothes more than ten times before asking me to dry them.

If I had not been a werewolf, I would have passed out or died from overworking.

Today is a good day given that none of them have called for me yet, my uncle's wife sends me on unnecessary errands even though it's around the house. The same goes for everyone in the family.

I know I am a liability to them but I didn't choose to be here, it's my parent's fault for dying early and leaving their responsibility behind.

As I got closer to the front door, my steps waffled upon hearing my name from the living room.

I took a step forward but stepped back swiftly, afraid that Karen might have said something bad about me to my uncle.

With the rapid beating of my chest, I stayed frozen at the same spot, unable to move my legs as I listened to their conversation.

I knew they were talking about me but I wasn't sure of the angle of their conversation, not until I heard a name other than mine.

That name was Damon, the ruthless, powerful, merciless and fearful Alpha of the Sea Moon Pack.

Alpha Damon!

His name is more like a terrifying nightmare to the residents of the Sea Moon Pack and I am not an exception!