The Alpha's King Property

 Chapter 1

 Olivia's POV

 "Olivia!" My mother's scream echoed through the room, making me tremble with fear. I silently prayed, "Dear Lord, please spare my life."

 As I tried to stand, the door burst open, and my mother stormed in. I cowered back, her eyes blazing with anger.

 "What have you been doing, Olivia?" she shouted, her voice inches from my face.

 "I-I was just sorting some things," I stammered, trying to explain.

 My mother's grip on my hair was like a vice. "I am not your mother, Olivia. Don't ever forget that." Her voice was laced with venom. "You're a disgrace, a failure. You'll never be worthy of being my daughter."

 I winced in pain as she yanked my hair, her words piercing my heart. "Please, Mother..." I begged, but she cut me off.

 "Don't call me that!

 "I am not your mother, and I will never be," she spat, yanking my hair harder. "It hurts," I cried out in pain.

 "It hurts, right?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Yes, it hurts," I replied, tears streaming down my face.

 "This is how it feels to have a useless daughter who refuses to find a mate," she thundered, her anger and disgust palpable.

 "Mom, I'm not the moon goddess, and it's not my fault I haven't met my mate," I protested, my voice shaking.

 But she cut me off with a deafening slap to the face. "Hush!" she growled, her handprint stinging my cheek.

 "I won't repeat myself again - you are not my daughter, and I am not your mother," she warned, her eyes cold and unforgiving.

 "I'm sorry," I whispered, my apology met with her scorn.

 "You're sorry? You're sorry for being a disgrace? I don't need your apologies. I don't need you at all."

 My mother's hand grasped my hair, pulling it so hard it felt like she was ripping my scalp off. But I didn't flinch. I was numb to the physical pain. What hurt more was the emotional torment - the knowledge that my parents despised me, no matter how hard I tried to please them.

 Every day, they found fault in me, punishing me relentlessly. I was a broken, battered soul, covered in emotional scars. My mother's words cut deep, her irritation and disgust palpable.

 "You have 10 minutes to get ready," she spat, her eyes filled with contempt. "And for the love of the moon goddess, bathe yourself! I don't want to smell your stench."

 She stormed out, leaving me shattered on the floor, tears streaming down my face. "I can't take this anymore," I sobbed, my heart heavy with pain. "I curse the day I turned eighteen, the day my torture began."

 I once longed to turn eighteen, eager to find my mate, shed my childhood, and live life on my own terms. But now, I curse that day. The girl who eagerly awaited adulthood is the same one who regrets it. My world, once full of light, was plunged into darkness. My dreams shattered, my life broken, my happiness torn apart.

 I begged my parents for time, but they were too greedy, eager to exploit my maturity for their pack's gain. They didn't spare a moment for me. I gazed at the sky, finding solace in the thought that as long as there's life, there's hope.

 Just then, Miranda's voice pierced the air, "Where's that outcast, Olivia?" I rushed to the bathroom, showered quickly, and dressed hastily, knowing I'd exceeded the time allowed. My heart raced, anticipating my father's wrath."

 I steeled myself for another round of torture, trying to appear brave. I exited my room, which felt like a prison cell, and stood before my father, my legs trembling. "Good day, D-Alpha," I stuttered, correcting myself.

 He cut me off, his voice thundering, "Save your greetings, Outcast. I don't need them."

 I cowered back, fear gripping me. "Please, don't torture me today," I whispered to myself.

 My father's anger was palpable. "You took longer than the ten minutes I gave you, Olivia. Why did you exceed the time?"

 I bowed my head, pleading, "I'm sorry, My Alpha. I promise it won't happen again."

 His response sent a chill down my spine. "You won't need to repeat it, because I won't be needing your presence again." His devilish smirk left me wondering: "What does he mean? Is he setting me free? Will he stop tormenting me?" But there was no one to answer my questions.

 "You're probably wondering what's going on, Olivia," my mother said, her voice dripping with malice. "Your father and I have come up with a perfect solution to get rid of you. You're worthless to us, but luckily, we've found a way to make use of you."

 I felt a surge of fear as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "What are they talking about?" I thought, my mind racing. "Are they going to kill me?"

 But then my mother spoke again, her words sending a chill down my spine. "We initially thought of killing you, but then we came up with something even better. The Alpha will take over from here."

 My father cleared his throat, his voice cold and calculating. "Your mother and I have found a profitable way to get rid of you, one that will benefit the pack. We're selling you off as a sex slave."