Poppy's Alpha

***Poppy*** A loud shriek carried through the house, making me wince as it was enough to burst my eardrums. I almost dropped the plate I was washing. I could hear them arguing even though I was in the kitchen. God only knows what it was over this time; those two can't get along even if their lives depended on it. A scream came this time as I heard my stepmother scolding them. They were loud enough that I think the whole pack could listen in and know what they were going on about. The sound of glass breaking followed by my name being called, rolling my eyes, letting out a small sigh, knowing this wasn't going to be a good thing, I wiped my hand on the towel. Walking out of the kitchen, I made my way to the small sitting room. Stepping in, I took in the shards of glass on the floor. Looking up, I saw the empty spot where there was once a vase. I'm not sure why we have them. They never have any flowers in them; they sit empty around the house. It's a thing my stepmother likes to collect. Someone smacked their lips, pulling my attention from the broken glass. Seeing my stepmother sitting across the room and my two stepsisters staring daggers at one another, they looked like they were ready to jump on one another, My stepmother sneered at me, her upper lip curling up in a snarl, "I want that cleaned up," She pointed to the broken pieces on the floor, "Yes, Ma'am," I dipped my head, "Did you finish all the chores?" "Almost, Ma'am, I have just the kitchen. Is there somethign else you wish me to do?" I have found out the hard way that talking to her in the wrong tone only earns me a good beating, so over time I have learned how to keep in her good graces, even though I cant afford a hit here and there, "Yes. You need to run into town and get the things the girls are required to wear and have. There is an event at the pack house they need to attend, and they can not wear anything they have; they need better clothing if they are to make a good impression." "Yes. Ma'am. Is there a list for me? I would not want to forget anything they will need." Both of my stepsisters scoffed but said nothing, "Yes, I will have one for you before you leave. The event is in two days. I have signed you up to help the kitchen staff that evening, so do not embarrass me while there," She shot me a hard look, letting the word linger out there. I caught her meaning she didnt have to say it. Dipping my head again, "Yes. Ma'am," Turning i went to get the broom and dust pan, going back cleaning up the mess so i could finish in the kitchen i wasnt arguing about going into town it got me out of the house it was the only time i was allowed out, I was able to let my gaurd down and breath for what ever little time i had i took what i could get. Tossing the broken glass in the trash bin i went back to washing the dishes, the house has a dishwasher but my stepmother refuses to let me use it, she said the others can but there is no one else who does any of the house work, its been me for I dont even know how long now, Propably since my father died, it started right after the Alpha told us who all lost their lives in that attack, I knew my father had died i felt our family bond break that dreadful day, Pushing the thoughts of my father to the back of my mind, I went back to my chores. When I felt someone push me from behind, catching myself on the counter, I looked back and saw my stepsisters standing there, smirking. This would be the only time they get along, which is when they are tag-teaming me. "So pathetic. Thank god mother isn't letting you attend the event. No one would want to be in the same room as you," Adele spat out at me, causing her sister to snicker, "You are so right, sister. Who would want to talk with an ugly, fat cow like her?" Tabitha chimed in. Do not engage them. Just ignore them. I tell myself, standing up, I move to the sink, "Oh, look. I think she's gonna cry," Adele sticks out her lower lip. "Such a crybaby." Both laugh as they leave the kitchen, Pulling in a deep breath, I push their words out of my head. I went back to my task once I was finished. I went back to the sitting room, knowing my stepmother would be in there. "Ma'am, Im finished with my chores. Would you like me to go into town now?" She held out a small piece of paper, "Makesure you get what is on it, and nothing else." She didnt even look at me, Stepping forward, I took the paper, looking over it. It had a bunch of different makeup on it, along with some different styles of jewelry and perfumes. "Yes. Ma'am." "Also, stop in at the dress shop. set up for Ms. Oldenson to come out and fit the girls for dresses tomorrow, I will not have them waiting till last." Bowing my head, she waved me off with her, letting me know she was done with me. Folding the paper, I shove it in my pocket, Picking up my pace as I headed for the door, I wasnt wasting time. I rushed out the door, skipping down the steps, moving to the path that leads into town. It's about a five-mile hike to town, but I didnt mind. I enjoyed the walk and the peace that came with it, I would see some of the patrols out and about. They would greet me. I knew most of them from my dad; he was well-liked here, and he patrolled with most of them. He was a warrior for our pack. I know they all had questions when I stopped coming around, but my stepmother didnt. allow it, so it was only when I came into town that I saw some of them, but after a year, they all stopped asking me questions on where I had been and if I was being taken care of, Taking a little detour i made my way down to the small grave yard that the Alpha did for the memebers who lost their lives fightign for the pack, This is the other reason i do not argue about coming, is it gives me a chance to stop at my fathers grave, She wouldnt allow me to do this so i use any time i can to come here, Pushing open the small metal gate. I make my way over to his headstone. It was so plain nothing like the other ones, I felt he deserved a better one but of course my stepmother thought differently, so she had this one put in place, I wish i could get him a new one, but with no money that wasnt going to happen, She controlled it all, she even managed to take my savings that my father left me saying it was to care for me, but it was to pay for collage, He knew i wanted to go and he saved all he could but with in a year it was emptied as she devided it up between my stepsisters, "Hey, Dad," I kneel my hands reaching out to brush some of the leaves that lay there, "I don't have a lot of time, but I wanted to stop by and say Hi, and not to worry about me, Im making it. I will be alright,"