The Alpha's Human Property

ALLISON

Smack!

My father's hand landed with a sickening force across my face. "You bitch! You can never get a thing right!" he snarled, his breath smelling of cheap whiskey. "All I asked you to do was to please Mr. Blaze, but what did you do?" he bellowed.

The next minute, he grabbed my hair, pulling it savagely until my head felt detached from my neck.

I couldn't scream. I couldn't cry for help. I was already too used to this torture, and I knew no one would ever come to my rescue. Not even my grandmother, Ellen, the one woman who should have protected me. To them, I was the cursed child, the one who should have died alongside my mother twenty two years ago. My mother had died while giving birth to me and even though it's been twenty two years, my father has never forgiven me for it. He keeps blaming me for taking her away from him. He never ceases to remind me how my mother would have been alive if it weren't for me.

Apparently, my mother had been asked if she wanted to have the child, even though it was dangerous for her at that moment. She chose me over herself.

And maybe my father was right. I was responsible for it. If it weren't for me, she would still be alive.

"You had just one task. Just one damn task!" His voice boomed through the damp room I'd been locked in most of my life. "All you had to do was open your legs and pleasure Mr. Blaze. That's all!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

I've seen my father angry, but he has never looked this way; bloodshot eyes, like someone who was on the verge of spitting fire.

"Because of you, I'm ruined!" Orion said as he added pressure to his hands on my hair and all I could do was stay mute, because I knew what was gonna happen to me if I made a sound. It was gonna give him pleasure and he'll hurt me more than he was doing right now.

He finally released my hair and turned to face his mother.

"It's all your fault, mother." He cursed. "It's all your fault. She wouldn't have turned out this way if you weren't always stopping me from scolding her."

I bit back the urge to laugh. My grandmother has never asked him not to hit me. In fact, she has never stood up for me. The only time she ever did was because she feared that no one would want to buy a badly wounded girl at the auction house I was forced to a few months ago.

"Shut the fuck up, Orion. How the hell is it my fault, huh?" My grandmother shot back.

"I should have killed her a long time ago. I should have buried her alongside her mother, but you stopped me. You fucking stopped me. Now see where it landed us. She turned out