ALPHA JASON'S MATE

Bella POV

My name is Bella Carter, a member of the Crescent pack, obviously an orphan. I was adopted by a single mother who later died with her child, and after that, I began to work as a house help with one of the Pack's members.

I was always beaten, and tortured by everyone who felt like inflicting pain on me whenever they wanted. It was tormenting to live with these types of people who felt that it was right to inflict pain on the members of their pack instead of protecting them.

I was a loner, which was the reason people took advantage of me. I was also the weakest member of the pack.

My wolf had tried communicating with me, telling me to fight back, but I wouldn't listen, so I guess, she was angry with me that we lost communication.

When my adopted mother was alive, life was rosy for me but after her death, everything changed. People called me names, they told me that I was cursed, that I killed my parents, my adopted mother, and her child.

In the house I worked, I wasn't allowed to touch some items.

The woman of the house was nice but didn't allow me to touch anything without her husband consenting to it.

I was given the name Carter by my adopted mother while the name Isabella was found on the necklace my adopted mother saw worn on me.

The woman of the house was kind to me, but I feared that one day she was going to change completely towards me. It was all because of her I had a place to sleep. Left to her husband, I should leave to the street after taking care of his house, but the woman told me to stay in the little house outside the one they lived in.

I could see the fear in her eyes whenever her husband looked at her after scolding me.

After some while, the woman also died leaving her husband and children alone.

"You are cursed," He always told me.

He instructed me not to stop my duty in the house unless I wanted to see his brutal side. I agreed to this in fear.

He reminded me anytime I came to his house of how his wife accepted me and how she died. I saw how brutal he was when he began to punish me; his friends punished me, and I was made to parade the street in the night.

"You have ten minutes to get this," He said to me in the night, waking me up, and I had no choice but to get it within ten minutes, or I would be beaten brutally.

His children, both younger and older mocked me.

I was always punished for the slightest mistake.

I was made to clean the entire house. The house was large, and some of his friends lived there. It had more than twelve rooms, but no one dared force themselves on me