The Return

Izzy's POV

"ISSABELLA!" Yelled Alpha Warrick, he uses his alpha voice making my wolf and I whimper. I quickly rush to his office and knock softly on the door. I hear a harsh 'Come in' and I immediately open the door, knowing he hates to wait.

I step inside the boring office, white walls with a single wooden desk and two leather chairs in front with a big office chair behind it. Alpha Warrick sat behind the desk. There were papers scattered everywhere on it.

"Yes Alpha?" I ask in a soft voice not wanting to anger him again. "We have guests arriving tomorrow. I want this house spotless and a huge feast for the entire pack. If this house is not clean by today you will not have food for a month." He says casually like its the simplest thing to take away someones food.

"A-Alpha I-I don't m-mean to be r-rude b-but B-Beau has just had a party...I-I can't p-possibly clean all of t-this up by t-today." I stutter out terrfied what his reaction will be.

I got the reaction I feared the most.

"You will do as I order you piece of shit!" He yells as he slams his hands on the table. I flinch when I hear the table crack. Oh dear this was the third one this month, he really liked this one.

I saw him look down at his table then his gaze snapped back to me. "Y-Yes A-Alpha I'll get r-right to it." I continue to stutter as I see him approach me. I pray to the Moon Goddess that he won't hurt me, that would be the fourth time today.

Instead he sighs and looks down at my shaking form, probably seeing how similar I look compared to my father. Him and Dad were the best of friends. The day he died was the day Alpha went crazy. They were like brothers.

"Get out." He says barely above a whisper but I hear him loud and clear, I run out of the office down to the kitchen. As I run down I see all of the glares thrown my way, they all wish I was gone.

I use to have friends in this pack, family, love, I use to have it all, that was until Mom and Dad died. They all began to hate me afterwards because they're beloved Beta died.

No one knows what happened to them, they both went for a walk one day but never came back. We searched for days, weeks; until we came across their bodies. We found them in no mans land, mutilated.

I shake my head quickly from those memories. Not wanting to remember how they looked. Alpha brought their bodies back and we held a proper funeral. Believe it or not at that time people still liked me, they comforted me after everything, this is until a week later when suddenly they all turned cold. I don't know what I did for everyone to hate me.

As I'm lost in my thoughts I accidentally bump into a firm, muscled chest. I bite my lip as I know who it already is. I slowly look up, as I do I see the built body, the well defined muscles. His shirt clings to him like a second skin. I don't even notice that I'm looking into his glaring grey eyes. Eyes filled with hatred. Thats all thats there, thats all that will ever be there.

I look down but roll my eyes so he can't see. "Hello Alpha Beau." I greet him, still being respectful even though all I want to do is bash his head on the wall. He's of course the soon to be Alpha, his father doesn't believe he's ready for the title just yet and frankly I concur.

I look up but am met with a slap to my face. I clutch my cheek as I control my tears to not fall. I take a deep breath in and look up at him.

As I look at him I see regret flash through his eyes, I know it hurts him, he was my best friend after all. He was the last person I had who I could call family. Then he changed along with everyone else. "Excuse me Alpha but I must start cleaning the house." He doesn't reply, only grunts and shoves past me.

His bigger stature towers over my short one, causing me to fall over. I yelp as I land on my wrist, again.

He suddenly stops and turns to face me again. He bends down and has a sinister smirk on his face. "Oh yeah, my bedroom needs new sheets." He winks then casually walks away, leaving me on the floor.

No one is allowed in his room unless invited, or for my case, new sheets. I instantly know his reason for new sheets. I stand up and walk to the supply closet and grab all the items I need.

I walk to the living room and sigh as I see the mess left behind from the party.

"Time to get to work."

It took the whole day but I cleaned this place, only place left is Beau's room. I run my hand down my face while mentally groaning. I put away the things I don't need and grab some new sheets.

I walk up the stairs all the way to the top level. Once there I put in the code for his room, we use hang out here when we were younger. I walk in and see its fairly clean, few pieces of clothing lay around and the bed is a huge mess, other than that its perfectly fine.

I pick up the clothes and place them in the hamper. I go and make his bed, avoiding the stains left on them. Disgusting.

As I'm cleaning I trip over something that's sticking out from under his bed. I bend down and pick up the book. Its seems to be a photo album.

I look at the cover and instantly know what photos these are. They were photos of me and Beau when we were younger, no one could split us apart. One time he had a girlfriend who hated me with all her might. She told him to choose between me and her, and he was in love with her for over 2 years, he chose me.

Now if you had to look at us you would never expect it, he hates me and I hate him. There were no more funny nicknames, sleepovers, movies, there was only hate.

I must have been up here to long 'cause next thing I know I'm laying on the ground, clutching my side where I was hit. I look up and see a scowl on Beau's face. "I just wanted sheets not for you to touch my stuff."

"You still have it." I say looking down not meeting his gaze. He looks at me questioningly before sneering at me again. "What are you talking about?"

While he was bending over I saw it, the necklace I bought him for his 16 birthday, the day he was supposed to find his mate. "The necklace."

He looks down and notices it hanging out of his shirt. "Get out." Is his only reply before he stomps into the bathroom, leaving me laying on the ground. I stand up immediately and walk out of his room.

I go down to my bedroom, well more like shack. Alpha believed that I didn't deserve to live in the pack house.

I walk in and see my broken matress and thin blanket. I lay down to pass the time. I'll have to cook dinner in about 20 minutes or so. If I don't I'll be punished...

Now that I think about it no one's beaten me today, there were the few punches but reason being was probably because of our guests that's coming tomorrow, need to make them believe everyone's being treared fairly. Fairly my ass.

I look at the time and see I still have time, I sigh and stand up and go to the kitchen. "Better to do it sooner than later." I mumble to myself as I grab the ingredients I'll need.

Lets just hope tomorrow goes better.