Slave To The Werewolf Prince

I sat down in the corner of my room, the insides of my stomach almost feeling like it was about to be gutted out.

My parents couldn't afford food for me to eat, so sometimes I just sit in the corner and patiently await the cold hand of death to come and take me away.

The door to my room opened up and in came my father. He was a ragged and tall man of about 5'10 in height, wearing a dirty white t shirt along with dirty black pants, his hair was greasy and smelly due to it not being properly taken care of.

He walked up to me, squatting down to my eye level.

He said something, but it seems that the lack of food had hinder my ability to hear what he was saying.

He looked like he wanted my answer on something, and all I could do was stare at him in confusion. My stomach grumbled tirelessly.

My father just stood up and held out his hand for me to grab, he pulled me up, I almost fell but he caught me before I did.

He carried on his hip. Despite the fact I was 8 I weight a little due to me not eating properly.

My dad carried me outside my room, to where my mom was sitting down with her hands clasped together as if awaiting our arrival, she was putting on a black dress that has faded and worn out , her hair was put up in a ponytail. As soon as she saw us she was quick to stand, and followed my father as we all headed outside.

I saw a cab waiting for us, I was wondering where we were going too, and so I asked. My dad had a sad look on his face and couldn't bring himself to answer, so my mom took it as a cue to answer the question.

"Honey we are going to have dinner at an expensive restaurant." She said patting my head softly. She put major emphasis on expensive, and eight year old me wondered what exactly would they sell in an expensive restaurant.

But it didn't matter to me, cause all I knew was that something was about to enter my stomach after going for days without a proper meal.

We entered the cab and the driver drove us down the street, I was looking outside the window seeing the different restaurant I began to wonder which of them we were going to enter.

However we didn't enter any restaurant, the cab packed at a curb that leads to an alleyway, we got out and walked into the alleyway. And I remember me being scared shitless, cause it looked like one of those alleyways that people go into and never return back home.

There were about three people that were standing there, they were all dressed in black and from what I remember they looked scary, and I gripped my father's neck with my hand. My child like mind couldn't seem to tell what was happening around me.

They were all whispering something, I couldn't seem to decipher what they were saying.

Then my dad let me down softly on to the ground, however I held his trousers tightly, a brief case was exchanged between the people in black and my father. They shook hands with each other as if they finished doing a business transaction with each other.

My dad gently pry my hands from his trousers, he squatted down to my eye level. He had on a look of remorse on his face.

"Alexa, you are going to have to stay with this people for a while. Me and your mother have to head out somewhere but we promise that we would back very soon." He said, putting his hand on my head and patting it softly.

"But you said that we are going to an expensive restaurant."

"Honey they–he said pointing to the three people in dark suits–would take you to the expensive restaurant."

"But, they look scary," I eyed them wearily. They look like they pick up children from the streets with promise of giving them sweets, only for them to be taken to a back alley and have their organs harvested.

"Honey they are not scary, look we would come back to you in the next couple of weeks ok," My mom said reassuring me.

I was completely reluctant, but then I finally agreed to follow the people in black suits.

Then they left. A week passed and there was no sign of my parents anywhere. I was staying in a house that was filled with other kids as well.

I went around asking the people taking care of us when my parents are coming back, they told me straight to my face that they are never coming back, that they sold me cause they didn't have any money on them.

On hearing this I began to cry, I didn't want to believe what was being said to me. I kept on telling myself every night I go to sleep that my parents would come back, and we would be reunited once again.

That day never came, they never bothered themselves to even show their faces.

I was once again taken away from the place that I was staying, the caretakers did say that it was a temporary place after all that I was bound to be moved elsewhere.

I was moved to a pack called Nightfall Pack, that is where I spent majority of my childhood and teenage years there, slaving away at people that treated me like crap simply because i was a lowly Omega.

But I have accepted my fate, that it's probably how my life is meant to be and there is nothing that i can do about it. Or so I thought.