Escaping The Ruthless Pack: Pregnant With The Alpha's Heirs

VIDA

I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me, but despite my efforts, I still ended up being thirty minutes late. Gasping for breath, I reached my station only to be confronted by my stern-faced supervisor, who narrowed her eyes at me.

"You're half an hour late," she declared. I lowered my gaze, feeling helpless.

Even if I explained that it was unintentional, I knew she would still impose a punishment. There was no room for appeals from those lower in the ranks, especially someone like me whom they refer as, freak.

"I apologize. It won't happen again," I muttered, mustering the courage to look at her. I noticed her left eyebrow arching skeptically.

"OF COURSE! YOU BETTER NOT! WE'RE PAYING YOU TO DO YOUR JOB! TIME IS PRECIOUS, AND CUSTOMERS SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE OF YOU!" She shouted, angrily.

I nervously bit my lower lip, aware of the attention from onlookers. The shame of my tardiness weighed heavily on me, yet no one seemed to care about my exhaustion or lack of sleep.

"I'm truly sorry!" I pleaded, bowing my head. I yearned for her to cease her tirade as my head throbbed. She grunted in response, shaking her head. Rubbing her temples, she finally glanced at me.

"You, step away from your station. I'll assign your punishment for being late," she commanded, then turned away.

Hastily, I abandoned my post and followed her. However, as we reached the designated spot for my penalty, a frown etched itself on my face. "Since you had the audacity to arrive late, your task is to clean up this area!"

In a hushed voice, I muttered, "The factory's backyard?"

My gaze fell upon the sea of waste and debris that cluttered the space. There was an overwhelming amount to clean up.

‘Could I handle it?’ Exhaustion threatened to consume me, but I knew I couldn't voice my complaints.

"Yes, any thoughts? If you don't want a repeat of this, you better arrive on time!" she scolded, her tone harsh.

With a forceful push, she ushered me out of the building and promptly shut the door.

Letting out a sigh, I made my way to the location where cleaning supplies were distributed.

A separate building housed these items, and it was there that I headed. A lower-ranking supervisor, responsible for overseeing the backyard cleaning, sat behind a desk, engrossed in paperwork. I approached her cautiously.

"Excuse me, may I request a set of cleaning equipment?" I inquired. She scrutinized me from head to toe.

"Are you here as a form of punishment?" she asked.

I nodded, averting my gaze. A sigh escaped her lips as she rose from her seat. Handing me the cleaning gear, she pointed towards a locker.

"You can find the necessary tools in there."

"Thank you." After donning a mask to shield my face, I retrieved the cleaning implements from the designated locker.

With a heavy heart, I stepped outside. The sight of the towering mound of waste and rubbish greeted me in the backyard.

Taking another deep breath, I commenced my arduous task. However, a throbbing headache plagued me. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and my next chance for a meal would only come after five long hours.

Slowly but diligently, I worked my way through the debris, meticulously segregating each item and disposing of it in the appropriate trash bins.

Eventually, the waste was contained within large garbage bags and deposited into the designated receptacle.

These circumstances in my life felt like an ongoing penance, a punishment befitting a cursed soul. Perhaps I deserved it for being a burdened child.

Yet, at times, I allowed myself to entertain a hopeful notion.

What if I had been born into a loving, normal family?

What if I had caring aunts and uncles who cherished me for who I am, supporting and nurturing me?

Such dreams seemed enticing, but they were nothing more than fleeting illusions. Reality dictated otherwise.

There were moments when I contemplated what it would have been like if I had perished alongside my parents.

At least then, I wouldn't be alone, spared from the hardships and animosity of others.

"I miss you, Mom and Dad," I whispered, taking a moment to catch my breath and sit down. A heavy sigh escaped my lips.

"Well, time to get back to work," I muttered, preparing to resume my cleaning duties, when a familiar voice caught my attention.

‘Wait, isn't that Roxanne's voice?’ Curiosity piqued, I moved towards the area where I could eavesdrop on Roxanne's conversation.

And there she was, near the backyard, engaged in conversation with a man.

Roxanne, a bully I had the misfortune of working with, outranked me. She was the daughter of a beta and had also inherited the beta status.

Her outfit consisted of a halter top and high-waisted tight jeans. The makeup on her face, intended to create a dewy look, only made her sharp eyes resemble those of a villain from a melodramatic TV series.

As she started to glance in my direction, I quickly sought refuge behind a large trash bin. I knew that if she spotted me, I would become the target of her wrath once again.

I wasn't sure why she singled me out, but I tolerated it out of fear of enduring more bruises. Peeking out, I observed her conversing with an unfamiliar man.

‘Who could he be, and what were they discussing?’

"The Alpha's mansion is hosting a forthcoming party," the man spoke, his gaze fixed on Roxanne in an unsettling manner.

A sly smirk formed on Roxanne's lips upon hearing his words. My heart raced.

The Alpha's mansion, where my auntie worked, would be the venue for this party.

Anticipation surged within me, as I was certain my auntie would need extra assistance. Such events required numerous helping hands.

However, before I could fully process this exciting thought, I suddenly noticed a pair of black stilettos right in front of me.

Tilting my head upward, I received a stinging slap across my face, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground. Without mercy, Roxanne proceeded to kick me repeatedly in the stomach.

"Ouch!" I cried out, enduring the agonizing blows. She then yanked my hair, forcing me to face her. Fear gripped me as I awaited her next move.

"I-I'm... sorry... Please, have mercy on me..." I stuttered, my voice trembling. A malicious smirk adorned her face as she shook her head.

"Why would I? You're so pathetic! I despise you! Ugly! Freak! Murdered" she spat out each word with venom.

Does she truly hate me? But what have I done to deserve her animosity? I haven't wronged her in any way!

With a forceful shove, she sent me crashing into the trash bins. I landed face-first on the ground, the impact causing immense pain throughout my body.

To add insult to injury, she pressed her heels against my face, grinding it into the dirt.

"Know your damn place, you wretched bitch!" she exclaimed, delivering another vicious kick that sent me sprawling into the trash heap.

Suppressing my cries, I braced myself for further torment, fully expecting her to return and inflict more pain upon me.

‘When will this torment ever come to an end?’