Alexander's pov
I woke up to banging on my door and groaned mentally. I rose from my old single bed to hear my adoptive father pounding on my door telling me to wake up.
"Wake up fag and start making us breakfast!!!" he growled aggressively
" o..okay" I whispered quietly
The pounding on the door ceased and I stood on the cold floor of the basement and began to get ready for the day.
My room, if you could even call it that consisted of an old single bed with a thin worn-out blanket and small pillow with barely any stuffing. My bed was in the corner of the basement next to a window that outlooked the backyard. That was probably the only thing I liked about this room.
I reached under my bed to retrieve the small amount of clothes that I did own and looked for what I was going to wear. I chose an old red v neck and a faded, worn-out pair of jeans and my vans that were falling apart. I quickly dressed as I didn't want to anger my adoptive parents any more than I already had.
I cautiously exited my room, walking up the steps and heading towards the kitchen. I entered the kitchen with my head pointing towards the ground and began preparing breakfast. I had learned to keep my head down after looking at them and receiving a severe beating from my father. I decided to prepare scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and french toast, making sure not to burn anything. I didn't want another beating, my body couldn't handle it.
I placed the food on two ceramic plates and grabbed the utensils, heading towards the kitchen table. I placed them in front of my mother and father, stepping away from them. I had barely moved when my father began shouting at me.
"Why is this my life," I thought.
" Are you fucking kidding me, you forgot the pepper!! He screamed
"Why can't anything go right in my life, if only I didn't forget the pepper," I thought as he began to beat me.
"Sssorry, I dddidn't mean ttto" I whimpered as he kicked me in the stomach with his leather boots.
"You stupid piece of shit " he shouted as he landed a punch to my face.
What really sucked was my mother was just as bad. She was sitting at the kitchen table tapping on her phone with her long red manicured nails, ignoring what was happening to me.
All I could do was curl up in a ball and whimper, hoping this would end soon.
The punching and kicking ceased. I stayed in my position, too weak to move.
"Get the fuck out of here, I don't want to see your disgusting face" he yelled.
I slowly rose off the floor and began my journey to my room, trying my best not to whimper. That would just result in more pain. I entered my room and fell on to my bed, hoping to get some sleep.
You may be wondering did it always used to be like this, no it didn't. My biological parents died in a car accident when I was eight years old, I miss them so much it hurts. Worse then any pain I have endured. My adoptive parents adopted me from an orphanage for werewolves when I was 9. They used to be so caring and loving, but that ended when I told them I was gay. They turned violent after that, looking at as a disgrace. I was demoted to the lowest rank in the pack because of it, an omega. I wish i never told them, but then again did they really love me if they couldn't accept I was gay.
" Alex it will be okay, we will get out of this" Zeus, my wolf whispered reassuringly.
"I know we will, we just need a plan" I whispered back.
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A/N
How will they escape?
Keep reading to find out.
I Will be updating soon.
Sorry for the short chapter i promise they will be longer