Chapter one: A slave in my father's house

My name is Logan Dale Callick, daughter of the Lotus Pack Alpha, Grey Callick and a servant in my father's house. Yes you heard me right. You would think being the right full heir of Lotus pack that I will be treated like a princess, with privilege, have everything I want given to me, and all I need to do is sit around with my legs crossed ordering servants around, and having everyone catering to my whims.

My reality couldn't be further from my dreams. Not only am I treated like a servant, worse than an omega, I am hated by my father. The sight of me not only disgust him, it infuriates him. I took the life of the only woman he has ever loved, his mate, my mother, and I had the gall to be born a girl instead of the son he wanted.

He beats me at any slightest provocation, treats me like I am an animal, locks me up in a cage whenever he feels like, starves me for days in the name of punishment.

I am seventeen years old now, not that anyone will believe it because not only am I too small for my age, I am also bag of bones, gaunty cheek bones, sunken cheeks, prominent ribs. Yes, you could count all twelve of them. Skinny limbs, all from how often I am starved.

My starvation isn't because our pack is struggling or anything, Lotus Pack is one of the blooming packs, and the Pack house is over flowing with foods, fruits drinks and anything you can ever ask for, only I am not allowed any where them unless given permission.

And you want to know who gives the permission?

If you thought is my father, you are wrong. My father is not the devil in the house, no. Despite all the horrible things he has visited upon me since my birth, nothing he has done can be compared to the horror that is my step brother. Stephan is a monster, but not one I will be talking about now.

Stephan, nor my dad holds the key to my stomach, no, that honor goes to my wicked step mother.

After my mother's passing at childbirth, my father mourned her for five years before the pressure came from the Pack elders for him to remarry and give the Pack an heir. They all spoke like my father was childless and I was non existent. They didn't care who my father married so long as he gave them a heir. My father was totally in love with my mother that he didn't care who he married.

Rosalind Love was someone who also lost her mate recently, a member of our pack with a seven years old son.

She and my father crossed path one day inside town and they bonded over the loss of their mate and three months later I had a new step mom, and step brother.

It was hate at first sight for Rosalind and me. From the first moment my father brought her home and I ran into her while carrying on with my house chores, she gave me a look.

You know that hateful look that chills one to the bone, and causes the hair at the back of your neck to rise warning you of danger. That is exactly the look I got from her.

I did not understand the reason behind Rosalind look that day, and till date I am still yet to comprehend why she hates me.

My father dotes on her and her son, and practically ignores my existence. I should be the one hating her, but I barely have the energy to carry out my duties in the pack to waste the little I have on her.

I learned early in life how draining, anger and hate can be, and have long time stopped hating them, not because I am a good person, or shit like that but because I can't feel anything. I feel dead inside.

The day as always started with me waking up at the crack of dawn, while everyone is still dosing on their beds and catching extra sleep to enter the kitchen.

Cooking for the pack is a duty that have now be left for me to do.

With the way my family treats me is no surprise that the whole Pack treats me the same. No one in the Pack is allowed to be nice to me.

The doctor, and the midwives who had been present during my birth have all been banished from the Pack, and anyone caught being kind to me will suffer the same fate, so the Pack members goes out of their way to avoid me like a plague, and if they are not avoiding me they are treating me like a trash.

Cooking for the pack is not something I have an issue with, because over the years of burning food, my fingers trying to present something edible or face the consequences I have come to realise that cooking relaxes me.

But cleaning up is the part that gets me. Having to wash the dishes used by over thirty something adults, because sometimes the warriors and other high ranking members in the Pack take their meal in the Pack house is not easy. And on top of all that. I have to clean the whole house from top to bottom.

The Pack house is a two story modern massion with several rooms inside. The ground floor has the kitchen, common dinning area, dinning area just for my father and his family, store, tea area, living room and obviously my room.

First floor has the theatre or the entertainment room, warriors rooms.

Second floor is for the Alpha's family.

My current room was once the store, but Rosalind felt that as a servant having my room upstairs was inappropriate and sent me down to the storage on the second week of her arrival.

Despite the listless chores I have in the morning, I have to finish it before I can have my breakfast, courtesy of Rosalind.

It is mid day and I am yet to put something in my mouth, not even water because I have been jumping from one chore to another. I am almost dead on my feet, but at least I have completed this morning chore.

Finally a chance to eat something.

I could feel the hollowness of my stomach and it has been grumbling for the past three hours.

Breakfast this morning had been a wide spread of many food types, fruits, baked foods, meat, and some vegetables.

The turn out this morning for breakfast hadn't been much and I managed to save something inside the oven for myself.

I have just taken out the food and settled down to eat when I heard Rosalind bellow my name from the stairs.

I jumped in my seat, my fork clattering to my plate, and my heart flying off my chest. A nervous reaction that happens all the time whenever Rosalind calls my name.

"What does she want now?" I couldn't help grumbling inside as I went to answer her. If I don't answer her immediately that will be a beating for me.

For the past few days I haven't given them any reason to lay a hand on me, and I didn't want to give one now.

Despite how hungry I was I abandoned my food to answer her majesty.

I walked into the living room to find Rosalind perched on the stairs like a peacock with an annoyed look on her face.

"Where were you? I have been calling you for ages and you didn't answer," Rosalind snarled, exaggerating as usual, her beautiful features twisted like the witch of the east end.

"I am sorry," I apologised in a low subdued voice, my eyes cast to the floor. Looking her directly in the eyes will be seen as insubordination and I will be flogged for it.

"I want you to make me a sandwich for lunch, and bring it upstairs to the pool with a glass of juice," she ordered with a haughty look on her face.

The Pack house has an indoor pool on the roof, but is only opened for the Alpha and his family.

"Yes, ma, I said to her," my voice still meek. She gave me one more look of disgust and turned on her heels to make her way back up. Mid way she stopped and said.

"And Dale, don't keep me waiting, you know what happens when you do," she warned in a dark tone and then continued on her merry way leaving me to exhale the air that had been trapped in my lungs.

In the Pack people refer me by my middle name rather than the first. I don't know why, not that it makes any difference. They are both boys names that I got saddled with because my father had been obsessed with having a son.

I shivered in fear knowing exactly what happens when Rosalind needs aren't catered to on time.

My hunger was all but forgotten as I hurried to prepare what Rosalind asked for. When I was done I took it upstairs and opened the glass door leading to the pool area.

My body froze when I saw Stephan sitting at the stairs of the pool bare chested, while his mother swam in the pool.

They both noticed my presence immediately and Stephan gave me a very dark smirk filled with wicked promise that made my blood run cold.

Stephan is a gorgeous teenager with looks that had ladies tripping for him, but I am not one of those ladies. I hate Stephan with the passion of christ. Remember when I said that I didn't have energy to waste hating my family, well that applies to my father and Rosalind. When it comes to Stephan, not only do I despise him, I burn with fury and great fear any time my eyes sets on him.

"You can keep it there," Rosalind pointed at one corner of the room.

On a wobbly legs I made my way toward the corner Rosalind pointed. To get there I will need to pass Stephan. As I was walking past him, he stuck out his leg in my way and I walked into it.

With my body already trembling from hunger, and the anxiety of seeing Stephan it was easy for me to tip forward falling face down to the ground with the tray in my hand clattering to the ground.

"You clumsy bitch! What have you done," Rosalind flew off the pool and stormed towards me, a look of great fury on her face.

My body started trembling like a leaf at the thought of what was coming. Soon Rosalind loomed over my prone frame like some avenging angel.

"I want you to lick every drop of that juice from the floor," she snarled at me.