My Alpha's Fairytale

As a slave, a label I had carried for a decade, it felt as if my true identity had been erased; I couldn't even recall my birth name. Tragically, at just ten years old, my financially-driven parents made a heartless deal, selling me to the Alpha of the New Moon Pack in exchange for a substantial amount of money. I became a pawn, an unworthy human without the chance to claim my first shift, and my existence was reduced to the depths of despair. Endured constant abuse, relentless labor, and daily curses – life had lost all meaning, yet within me, there lingered a faint ember of hope. I could feel a fiery warmth in my chest, and despite the darkness, I fervently prayed that this wasn't just a delusion brought on by my trials.