“You’re a useless piece of shit!” I can still remember his words last night, echoing in every inch of my mind and in every fiber of my soul. The sound of his whip cracking in the air and landing on my back and the back of my thighs was an excruciating pain that I taste every time he’s drunk—even when he’s not drunk.
“Be useful tomorrow and dress nicely. Be like your sister, Fiona. Be like Amber tomorrow.” He still dared to gulp a glass of whiskey even when he was holding the silver-tipped whip on his other hand. “You know what happens when you disobey and displease me, don't you?” He caressed my hair, ignoring my whimpering. The relentless streaming of my raging tears made me just bite my lip and nod submissively.
“Yes, fa—I mean yes, Alpha.”
Fiona, Little Princess of Nightshade Pack. That’s his mocking nickname to me. Even my elder sister Amber calls me that ridiculous nickname.
I held up my chin high and smoothened the skirt of my bluish silver dress when everyone clapped. In the moonlight, I look as if the moon herself came down and beamed at everyone.