She belongs to the Alpha King

Pink.

“Pink, could you please wait for a moment? The meeting has just begun, and it’s important that we give it our full attention,” my father’s voice exuded a gentle yet firm tone as he addressed me, balancing the need for discipline with his love for me. Even though I was bursting with excitement, I understood the significance of the moment and reluctantly climbed down from my father’s back.

My older brother, Garett, who also held the title of prince, reprimanded me for my impulsive actions. “Pink, try to be more considerate next time. We have to respect the importance of these meetings,” Garett lectured sternly.

However, my father wasn’t pleased with Garett’s condescending tone and swiftly intervened. “Garett, we should address our siblings with respect and kindness. Pink is just being a playful child, and as her older brother, it’s your responsibility to guide her with patience and understanding,” my father reprimanded Garett firmly, emphasizing the importance of treating each other with respect.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease Garett and stuck my tongue out, prompting my father to take action. With a playful chuckle, my father carefully lifted me off the ground and settled me on his back. “Baby pink, I would love to give you a piggyback ride and spend the day playing together, but right now, I have to fulfill my obligations to the meeting. Can you wait for a little while longer, my dear?” my father affectionately asked, his voice brimming with warmth and love.

King Valdo, my sweet and gentle father, held a special place in my heart. I cherished every moment spent with him, as he had always been there for me, even more so since my mother’s passing when I was young. Though I didn’t fully grasp the significance of her absence at the time, now, as I approach my eighteen years, I reflect on the love and care my father has provided all these years.

I nodded politely, understanding the importance of waiting for the meeting to finish before discussing my own concerns. However, I couldn’t contain my curiosity and quickly brought up my question to my father. “Dad, while I wait, I wanted to ask if I could start my workouts with...” I trailed off, realizing that time was limited.

Seeing my eagerness, my father frowned slightly but then pulled me onto his lap, his hands cupping my cheeks in a loving gesture. “Pink, my darling, you possess all the qualities of a true princess. Someday, you will reign as a queen and have a world to lead. It’s not necessary for you to focus on honing your skills as an alpha. The entire werewolf pack, our kingdom, and perhaps even other kingdoms will be there to protect and guard you,” my father explained softly, showering me with affectionate pecks on both cheeks.

Although I only grasped parts of his words, it was clear to me that as a princess, my primary responsibility was to enjoy life, while my brothers and the pack would be responsible for my safety.

However, my other older brother, Derek, interjected with annoyance in his voice. “Your Majesty, I can’t believe how overly protected she is by you. She needs to engage in consistent physical training.”

My father’s expression turned fierce, his gaze piercing Derek. “Derek, she is your little sister. Always remember those words. You must solemnly vow to me that you will protect and take care of her, should anything happen to me,” my father’s voice carried a stern tone, demanding Derek’s attention. After a moment of hesitation, Derek looked puzzled but then directed his attention to Garett, our other brother. In a united voice, they assured my father, “Father, rest assured that we will carry out your instructions. Pink is not only our little sister but also our precious princess. We will always look after her, and she will be safe with us.”

In that moment, I felt the depth of their love and dedication as my father’s words solidified the bond we shared as siblings. It was a promise that would hold strong, ensuring my well-being and protection.

And with that, my father stood up and placed me down, his face pale and filled with an undeniable sense of distress. The deep connection I had with him caused an immediate surge of worry within my chest. He represented my entire world, and seeing him in this state shook me to the core.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to touch his arm, hoping for some reassurance. A forced smile crossed his face, and he replied, “I’m fine, baby; don’t worry about me.”

But I knew deep down that something was seriously wrong. I could feel the pain lurking within his chest, a discomfort that only I seemed to sense. Concern for his health engulfed me, and I couldn’t bear to see him suffer.

In a sudden outburst of emotion, I screamed at him, unable to contain my fear any longer. “No, daddy, you’re not okay!” Sobbing, I tried to shake his hand, seeking solace in his touch. Glancing around at the Alpha members who had gathered around my brothers and me, I hoped for support, but instead, they abruptly pushed me aside when my father collapsed to the floor.

In a cold and detached manner, they announced the death of the pack’s king to me, as if I were an outsider in the very castle I called home. I stood at the back, sobbing uncontrollably, left to grapple with the overwhelming grief consuming me. No one bothered to inform me, nor did they offer any comfort.

It was as though they expected me to comprehend the magnitude of losing my father, as if I were a mature individual capable of shouldering such a devastating loss.

As my world turned upside down, I felt a desperate need to find solace in my older brothers. Rushing towards them, I tearfully asked, “Did my dad die?” With every fiber of my being, I longed for one of them to envelop me in a tight embrace, to speak soothing words, and to place their hand on my shoulder, offering the support I so desperately sought.

The world around me came crashing down in a whirlwind of betrayal and denial. Garret’s forceful shove sent me sprawling to the ground, my body aching from the impact. His words echoed in my ears, piercing through my soul with their cruel intent. “He is not your biological father. You were left in the woods, abandoned like nothing more than dirt, unworthy of being called a princess.”

In that moment, I lost my ability to hear anything else. It felt as if my brothers, the ones who were meant to protect and cherish me, had cast me aside without reconsideration. The weight of their rejection bore down on me, overwhelming me with a suffocating realization - I was no longer a part of their world.

“Liarssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” My voice cracked and trembled, a desperate cry for the truth that had been denied to me. With tears streaming down my face, I fled back to the safety of my room, seeking solace in the solitude.

The pain I felt was nothing new, just another cruel reminder of the harsh reality I had always suspected. Even at a tender age of eighteen, I had sensed something amiss, like a lingering shadow over my supposed happiness. The revelation of my adoption was not a fabrication of my brothers; it was a truth that had slowly whispered its way through the kingdom and the packs, leaving no room for doubt.

In their eyes, I had become an undesirable presence, a constant reminder of secrets best left buried. It was difficult to comprehend why I, an innocent girl thrust into a world of deceit, was being treated as an outcast. The responsibility to keep me safe, to embrace me as family, had been discarded as easily as a discarded toy.

But within that pain and rejection, a newfound determination began to flicker within me. I would no longer allow their judgment and rejection define my worth. Despite the overwhelming darkness that had engulfed my world, a small spark of resilience ignited within. It was time to uncover the truth, to find my own path, and to prove that I was deserving of love and acceptance, regardless of the circumstances of my birth.

Pink.

Tears streamed down my face, unrelenting and uncontrollable. I lost track of time as I allowed my grief to consume me, my body curled up in a protective ball. My fragmented thoughts spilled out in nonsensical babbling, as if engaging in a conversation with a phantom in my room.

Desperate for solace, I wished for someone to check on me in the early hours of the morning. Yet, even the maids seemed too preoccupied with the somber preparations for my father’s funeral, leaving me to suffer in solitude. I was only a young girl then, naïvely believing that their absence was due to their own mourning. But sadly, that was just a figment of my childish imagination.

Exhaustion took hold of me, a heavy weight dragging me into sleep’s embrace. In my delirium, I justified the maids’ coldness by convincing myself that they too carried the burden of melancholy, their strictness a misguided attempt to shield me.

I went so far as to blame myself for my father’s passing, convinced that his untimely demise was a consequence of his tireless efforts to amuse me. In my shattered reality, I believed that my lack of life experience and formal training made me unworthy, perhaps even the cause, of my brothers’ disdain.

But amidst the shadows of their resentment, there was a peculiar love that only they could express.

In that moment, a hand gently roused me from my deep slumber, embracing me with warmth and tenderness. My bleary eyes blinked, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I recognized my brother’s presence.

With a surge of emotion, I threw myself into his arms and cried out, “Garrett!”

He forcefully pushed me against the soft mattress, his contemptuous expressions etched across his face. “I’m not your brother; you can’t call me Garett,” he spat, his voice dripping with annoyance and superiority. The weight of his words hung in the air, prickling my skin with unease.

I shrank back, my eyes narrowing as I moved to the edge of the bed, seeking a safe distance. His anger radiated like a storm, and his grumpy tone sent shivers down my spine. My words stumbled out, barely audible, as I dared to question his meaning. “What do you mean, brother?”

A chuckle escaped his lips as he inched closer, invading my personal space. “I mean,” he sneered, “from now on, you will reside in the castle. However, you will work in the maid’s quarters... and serve me in the evenings.” I could have sworn I heard his sinister laughter echo throughout the grand halls of the palace, haunting me like a chilling breeze.

As a young girl, his words were beyond my comprehension. It was only when my younger brother Derek stormed into my room, yanking me forcefully from my bed and throwing me to the cold, hard floor, that their true meaning became clear. “You are nothing more than a maid now,” he growled. “If you wish to eat and avoid our wrath, you will tend to both mine and Garett’s needs every night.” His wicked tongue slyly flicked along the curve of his jaw, a gesture that sent a shiver of revulsion down my spine.

Their gazes, devoid of brotherly love, bore into me like savage predators. Struggling to rise to my feet, I scrambled across the floor desperately. “What do you mean by ‘needs’ at night?” I questioned innocently, though a gnawing unease gripped my stomach, warning me of something sinister.

I couldn’t fathom the idea of my own blood brothers exploiting my body. Despite being adopted, they had treated me as their own sister since childhood. Why would they desire anything I had to offer? I was just a young girl, still innocent and untouched by the world’s cruelty.

Derek smirked, a vile expression twisting his features. “I can’t sleep without you beside me in bed. Rest assured, we no longer require anything from your body,” he sneered. “You’re still too young, not yet blossomed, and merely a child. We can’t have word spreading to other kingdoms that we mistreat our own sister, that would tarnish our image. So, we’ll wait until you turn 18,” he concluded, his smirk mirroring his twisted desires.

I mustered up my courage, my voice steady and regal as befitting a princess. “No! I will not allow such humiliation. I will expose your intentions to the entire kingdom, that you wish to employ me as a mere maid,” I declared, my words laced with defiance. I held my head high, refusing to bow down to their wicked desires.

Their faces twisted with disbelief, unable to fathom that a young girl like me could speak with such defiance and fearlessness. Garett and Derek exchanged mocking laughter, dismissing my words as irrelevant. Garett sneered, his words dripping with venom, “Listen, little sister, you have no choice in this matter. The entire kingdom, and even our pack, despise you. If we were to reveal our true intentions, we could simply eliminate you and spin a tale of your tragic demise. No one would question it.”

My heart pounded in my chest, my body trembling as I retreated to the farthest corner of the room. The weight of their threat loomed over me, threatening to snuff out my life, and worst of all, I knew they held the power to make their lies convincing.

Despising every ounce of their presence, I could barely bring myself to make eye contact with them. Their mere touch repulsed me.

Leaning in closer, Derek’s voice hissed in my ear, “Now, go downstairs and present yourself as a mere maid. That will be your new role from now on.”

My desperation grew, and I felt my resolve crumble. I was just a young girl, vulnerable and alone. My father, the only protection I had, was gone. As panic consumed me, I frantically searched for a lifeline. If only I could find one of my father’s trusted ministers or closest friends, perhaps they could shield me from this torment.

But alas, I knew there was always a catch.

They had decided to spare me until I turned 18, driven by their own fears and perverse desires. It was a twisted form of mercy, sparing my innocence for a few more days. Yet, the loss of my title as a princess and the stripping of my dignity would force me into a life of servitude as a lowly maid. The contrast between my former existence and this grim reality felt like a cruel and unending nightmare.

I rushed down the stairs, my tears blurring my vision and my heart heavy with despair. Confusion and grief battled within me, as I couldn’t decipher whether my tears were a result of my father’s loss or the cruel words of my brothers.

In that moment, I yearned for someone to embrace me, to assure me that everything would be alright. After all, I was just a young child, not yet ready to let go of the innocence of play. As I stumbled and fell, crying out for help, my voice strained with anguish.

And then, to my surprise, a helping hand extended towards me. I looked up, searching for Alpha William, my father’s closest friend, whom I trusted implicitly. In my small stature, I could barely reach past his waist as I threw myself at him, nearly knocking him off balance. “Thank you, please... Can you help me?” I pleaded, my voice trembling.

But his expression changed, anger darkening his face as his brows furrowed. It seemed he was infuriated by my brothers’ actions and intended to take action. Yet, the hope that had briefly ignited within me dwindled as quickly as it came. Only then did I realize that I lay on the ground, having been kicked by his powerful legs. The pain coursed through me, a physical manifestation of the rejection and contempt in his words.

“How dare you insult the leaders of our pack?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You are nothing, abandoned by your real parents. No one truly wants you here. You should be grateful that our king and princes have allowed you to remain in this kingdom and castle. Were it up to me, I would cast you aside without a second thought.”

I lay there on the ground, the weight of his words crushing my spirit. The world I had once known had shattered, and I was left with the bitter reality that there were no saviors to be found, no one willing to protect or support me in this cruel castle.

I trembled under his intense gaze, my body betraying me as fear coursed through my veins. How had a moment of harmless play led to such anger and cruelty? I searched my mind, desperate to understand my wrongdoings, but nothing came to mind. I was just a child, seeking joy in the simplest of things.

As I lay on the floor, my heart torn and my hope shattered, I glanced around the bustling castle. The maids, the supposed companions of my daily life, were in their own world. Their laughter filled the air, oblivious to the pain I was enduring. It made me feel even smaller, invisible in the shadow of their happiness.

Determined to endure this pain alone, I resolved to stay put and wait for someone to notice my absence. Thoughts of my father echoed in my mind, his promises of a destined mate and a future as a queen. But those words, once filled with hope and possibility, now held little meaning to me. How could I find solace in fantasies when the reality of my existence was so harsh?

With heavy steps and downcast eyes, I approached one of the housekeepers. There was a flicker of hope in my voice as I requested a room, hoping for some semblance of privacy and peace. But instead of the kindness I sought, her response was a harsh reminder of my place in this castle.

“I’m the boss!” she barked, her voice filled with contempt. “You can sleep on the kitchen floor, for all I care. I’ll send you a uniform to wear, but don’t think you’ll be treated with any special treatment. And don’t forget, you’ll be expected to attend to the needs of Prince Derek and Prince Garrett throughout the night.”

Her words landed like a blow, stripping away any remnants of dignity or humanity within me. I stood there, feeling the weight of my worthlessness pressing down on me, as the reality of my existence in this castle reared its ugly head.