Violet Scarlett by Beky Cybille (fiction book recommendations TXT) 📖

Prologue

It all began centuries ago. The moon goddess wasn't always the moon goddess, she was a kind soul, and one of the most powerful light witches in her time. Her name was Aileen.

 

She fell in love with the first Alpha of the first and only pack, Alpha Filtiarn. However many didn't approve of their love and so there were many conspiracies against them and supporters. But no matter what they were inseparable.

 

Time passed and soon enough they gave birth to two twin daughters who many thought that they shouldn’t exist for they were half wolf and half witch. Both more powerful than anything in the world.” He paused.

 

Anyway some werewolves and witches and other supernatural creatures banded together to try and kill the sisters but ended up killing their parents instead, however they left a gift for their daughters.

 

Aileen, became a goddess because of her pure heart, she gifted her daughters her powers. One with the power of light, the other the power of darkness from the darkest corner of her soul, balancing each other out.

 

She also gave a gift to the werewolf, witch and supernatural society, mates. She wanted others to experience the love she and Filtiarn experienced and soon enough she watched over mates also matching them.

 

Alpha Filtian gift to his daughters was his pack.

 

Both girls received his pack which soon became two packs. One for the twin of light, the first and only pure white wolf, and the other for the twin of the night the first and only pure black wolf.

 

Alpha Filtian is said to be watching over packs and choosing those he believes are worthy to become alpha's as his daughters died out after as threat rose, killing them both.

 

Despite their death, peace was restored and packs were made across the world.

 

Every one hundred years, the twins are reborn, direct descendants of the moon goddess and the Alpha king as before and when reborn are sent back to Earth to their separate original packs.

 

 

 

This is the story of a girl lost in darkness trying to find her way through all the negative things that's been happening in her life.

 

Overcome the negative emotions that try and over take her, and find her way, her purpose in this world.

 

Find the one who's meant to be and will accept her, and accomplish what she's meant to do.

 

 

Even the dark has it's purpose

 

Even the dark has it's own light

Chapter 1 Part 1

“I really don’t know why we keep you around, you just disgrace us even more” My brother looked down at my battered form while I simply groaned in pain. Physical pain, as for emotional that pain passed long ago.

 

Sometimes I wonder if my life could be different and what would happen if it was, if I wasn’t blamed for something that isn’t even my fault. It’s unfair but when you hear it every day of your continuing life you begin to believe it. It is my fault.

 

My fault I didn’t shift and become the prideful strong she wolf my parents expected me to be.

 

My fault as to why I was now simply a slave and treated like dirt.

 

My fault that my mate will most likely reject me and my future will most likely be spent abused and used, physically and mentally.

 

All somehow my fault.

 

"Damn it get up, you’re dirtying my floor” Luke gave me one last kick before yanking me up by the hair pushing me out of his room.

 

"Oh and don’t forget to make us breakfast again or else and make sure to make the preparations for Trent’s party tomorrow.” He called out before throwing two bills at me. ”Here’s 200 bucks make use of it.” I nodded mutely and bent down to pick them up despite my bodies protest.

 

A squeal left my mouth as Luke gave me another kick sending me sprawling across the hall before slamming his door shut. ‘Figures’ I rolled my eyes and got up as quickly as possible and made my way into my room before anyone else wanted a punching session.

 

My ‘room’ is to put it bluntly the pack dungeon. Yeah I know their idiots for putting a dungeon containing rogues right where they live. Making me bunk with them, I could just let them free for all the misery they caused me. But if I ‘m smart enough to not do that.

 

Rogues are unstable and dangerous. Also I’ve seen the looks they’ve been given me, until their killed or something so no, not taking any chances. I’m sure the pack all knew that.

 

Even worst were the living conditions- so not going into the details.

 

 

 The next day

 

 

Trent, soon to be alpha.

 

He may have never did what others have but he’s turned a blind eye and pretty much ignored me except for the occasional sneers and looks of disgust. Also all in all he’s a man whore, which is why I pity his mate. I’m pretty sure my dearest sister Paige will make a good match after all they’re both horrible human beings. Than again their half dog so.....

 

I sighed staring at the chocolate cake I just finished baking. Today is my birthday too, my sixteen birthday. Sixteen years of being shift less and a waste of space I guess.

 

It makes me wonder. Am I going to be slaving around for a pack that only abuses me -if I don’t die first- for the rest of my life? I’m sure it will only get worse when my brother becomes Beta and my parents won’t care.

 

To them I’m unneeded.

 

I snapped out of my reverie when I heard the door open and voices flooding in. My eyes widened as I made my way towards the basement as fast as I could. I stopped, my hand freezing on the knob as I smelt the most amazing smell. ‘No no’ I felt dread settle in as my face paled.

 

Please tell me there’s another male whose birthday is today- even better, no males at all.

 

Time seem to have stopped when a figure came around the corner. “Mate” I whispered as I was in a trance as he came closer. He as in Trent. Today is his eighteen birthday meaning he becomes alpha and finds his mate which, with my luck is me. Curse you moon goddess.

 

I have to admit he was handsome with his brown hair and gray eyes, you could tell he's fit by the hardening six pack under his shirt.

 

“Who do you think you are?!” Paige spat out maliciously making her way through the crowd of onlookers slapping me harshly her sharp nails leaving a mark.

“How dare you say that he is your mate?! He is-“

 

“She is.” Trent cut her off. I turned towards him with hope but faltered when his eyes showed disbelief and disgust. “Of all people” He narrowed his eyes at me anger flashing in his eyes.

 

I felt tears come to my eyes. Of course, that was just wishful thinking. I never really believed my mate would accept me but I had lingering hope. Lingering hope that’s been set to ashes by his fierce glare.

 

“Are you sure son?” Former alpha Steve came to stand next to his son staring me down with disgust and hatred. “Sadly.” Trent sighed running his hand through his hair. Even through the circumstances I still found him handsome. Paige must have seen something in my eyes because she slapped me harsher than before sending me sprawling on the floor.

 

“Don’t you dare stare at my mate like that bitch.” She glowered at me while I sent a pleading look towards Trent. He simply averted his eyes towards his father who gave me a leering sneer. “Send her to the dungeon, punishment for attempting the tainting of a true Luna’s position and an alpha’s bloodline will come soon enough.”

 

My eyes widened as I was harshly grabbed by two pack warriors and the basement door was slammed open before I was being dragged down the steps with no mercy.

 

“I Trent Thompson reject you, Violet Robinson as my mate.”

 

‘No no!’

 

Mercy. It’s something that may not be given to me after this. This isn’t like all the other beatings and punishment. No this could lead me to my death.

 

“No please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY!” I thrashed in their grip pleading ignoring the pain from being dragged down old steps with many objects poking out.

 

Sorry?

 

Sorry for what?

 

Not being able to shift? Being unable to fit in? For being slaved around and about? For being abused? For being destined with my one and only?

 

For being a failure?

 

I felt tears stream down my face as I was thrown my cell room sobbing as I lost track of time.

 

I sniffed lifting my head up squinting through my pounding headache as my door was opened. My eyes widened as the smell of rogues filled the air and three of them filed into my small cell room. I whimpered scooting back pressing myself against the wall as they came closer. How did they get out?! Why are they here?

 

“Please no” I whimpered trying to hold in my sobs as the came towards me like the predators they were. “Sorry little girl but we don’t want to stay here any longer.”

 

I screamed and screamed until my throat was raw with pain. I didn’t stop even when a hand covered my mouth. Because nothing could compare.

 

Nothing could compare to what it felt like when they were raping me.

 

Their disgusting lips, their hands, and their true weapon has broken me physically and mentally.

 

I lay in a crumbled heap on the dirty floor. Dirt I felt like dirt and felt even worst when his footsteps approached me and he whispered in my ears. “I will not let you taint my bloodline with your filthy blood.” He whispered harshly before stomping on my lowers stomach making me whimper. “Disgusting.”

 

“You’ve done your job well, you will be rewarded. Now if you excuse me I will be celebrating my son’s coming of age.” Former alpha Steve. My eyes burned with tears I doubt I had left.

 

“You may go or stay as you wish just make sure you come up with a damn good story.” The basement door slammed closed before I remember blacking out.

 

I remember being numb as I walked through the forest unsure of what I wanted. What I was looking for?

Salvation? An ending?

 

I collapsed as a burning pain went through my body. Should I even try to compare which was worst? The pain of shifting after all this time, being rejected, or being raped; taking away the last thing that ever belonged to me.

 

A dirty matted rogue jumped through the clearing most likely hearing my screams.

 

I smiled sadly as my spine broke and my vision blackened with the rogue leaping forward a blood thirsty look in his eyes.

 

Happy sixteen birthday to me I guess.