Poppy's Alpha

Chapter2

***Poppy***

I had to hustle after leaving my fathers grave I was there longer then i attended to me, and i know my stepmother will be in a mood when i get back, Double checking that i have everything on the list I had already stopped in to Ms. Oldenson and set the time up for tomrrow, she didnt seem happy about coming out she wasnt a fan of my stepmothers, but she wasnt going to turn down business,

Hurrying through the front door, arms full of different bags, I heard her yelling my name,

Jeez, does she have a tracker on me so she knows when I come through the door? Moving to where she is always sitting,

"What took you so long?" She shot at me the moment I stepped into the room. I quickly scanned the room; my stepsisters wasnt in there, letting out a breath,

"Im sorry, Ma'am, finding all the things on the list took a bit, and Ms. Oldenson's place was full. I had to wait a little so I could speak with her,"

"Did you set the time up?" She held her hand out for the bags I was still holding,

"Yes. Ma'am, she will be here tomorrow at ten in the morning."

I set the bag on the table in front of her she grabbed it, digging through it. She checked out everything in there. I know she was looking for some reason to scold me; however, she couldn't find one. I made sure to get what was on the list. I have learned how to please her and what not to do,

She lifted her eyes to me, "It looks like it's all here." I so wanted to say, of course it is, but thought agasint it. "Now go start dinner, you were gone all day, and makesure it's a balanced meal. The girls do not need to end up looking like you," Her eye ran down me, "They need to keep their figures,"

They were werewolves, so Im not sure how she thought they would get fat. I haven't met one who was even chunky, I didnt correct her.

Dipping my head to bow, "Yes, Ma'am." I turned and walked out of the room,

I didnt bother saying anything about her comment, just like this morning with the other two when they called me an ugly fat cow, I was hardly fat, I wore a size two in pants, I do eat, even though it's not a lot, but with all the running around I do and chores I end up burning off whatever I eat. My stepmother isn't going to starve me till the point I cant walk, that would mean there would be no one to clean or cook or do everything for them, Heaven forbid they would have to do something themselves.

Going to the kitchen and doing as I was told, I started dinner. Letting myself fall into my own world as I cooked,

Once I was done, I had placed it all on the table. As soon as I set down the last plate, the three of them came waltzing in, taking their seats. I backed out as they began to eat. I do not know it with them. I haven't sat at that table since the last time I ate with my father, right before he left for his patrol.

Slipping away, I retreated to my room, which was up on the third floor. It was more of an attic, but it was my own space, and neither of them would come up here. They would be atleast an hour, and then I can go down and clean up and grab something small. Once inside my room, I move to my bed, sitting on the edge of it. I pull out the drawer on my nightstand, taking out the small photo album I had in there. I begin to flip through the pictures. It was full of pictures for my parents before my mom died, and some after, right before Dad met Trinity and her daughters,

I missed my parents. I didnt have a grave site to go to for my mother, as my dad had. All I had were my memories and a few of her things that I managed to save from Trinity throwing them out, I stopped at one picture, it was right before my mom got sick, she looked so health in it her smile was so bright, She stared up at my dad in the picture you can see they loved on another, even though my mom was a human she felt that bond with my father, and he looked at her like she hung the moon,

When my dad said that he had found his second chance mate i was happy for him, after mom died he was with drawn and seem so lost, sure he would be there with me but you could see a part of him was missing, Then he brought Trinity home she was nice at first played it up well in front of my dad, but the minute his back was turned she would change, and when he died she became a different person, she took control of all the money he left and has been living off it since, she redid the whole house throwing out all the things my mom put up, I was kicked out of my bedroom that i had since i was little and pushed to the third floor, the same day we held dad and the others servies,

I use to wish for my mate, but after a while i gave up knowing no one was going to safe me, the first few months were hard, I was set on not taking crap from her or her daughters, but that change quickly, When she gave me a beating for not doing as she told me and then my wonderful stepsister Adele claimed i hit her,

I couldn't walk for almost two whole days, yes, Im part werewolf, but I do not heal like them and I do not shift like them, I did get the good hearing and sight, I have good stamina and can run faster than humans, but that is all I got from my dad side.

I look like my mom, I have her midnight black hair that comes to my waist, with her green eyes. I'm not super tall, at 5.3, a lot of the other women here tower over me, even my evil stepsister is taller than me.

I have fair skin, so every little bruise shows; every mark or blemish is easily spotted. I fairly tone with all I do, it gives a good workout along with the hike to town once and a while, I also spend a lot of time out in the garden, no one likes being out there, so I do not have to worry about them destroying it, It's not super big, but it's another place for me to retreat to with out them coming to find me,

Flipping the album closed, I put it back in, shutting the drawer, falling back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling. How I wish they were both still here. Things would be so different if they were, but unfortunately, they are both gone, and Im left here without them.

My life isn't perfect, but I look at it like this: I have a roof over my head and food to eat, sure it may come with a price, but at least im not out on the streets homeless and starving. And I'm not a rogue; I would not make it out there with them,

Im not a full werewolf, I would be an easy target, and that is why I take what I do from them, I know im better off here than out there. So I will bite and bear whatever they throw or do to me, and here im still in my parents' house, where all our memories are, and that's something none of them can take away, no matter what they do to the house or me.