Born To Be Alpha : Rejected By Blood, Crowned By fate

"Where is she, that wretched witch, H-A-N-N-A-H?" I dropped the mopstick I was holding and ran out at the mention of my name, desperate to avoid trouble for delaying. "Ms. Jane, you called for…" I didn't even get to finish before she pounced on me, grabbed me by the collar of my black and white uniform, and yanked me up slightly. "How dare you try to tempt and seduce my boyfriend?" I tried to read the look on her face, wondering if this might be one of Ms. Jane's elaborate pranks for her social media. She loved making those. But the only thing I could see was raw anger. "What do you mean, 'seduced your boyfriend'? You must be mistaken, Miss." "Oh, really, Hannah? You have the nerve to deny this!" she continued. "Just yesterday, I was begging Mom and Dad not to kick you out, but now I'll tell them what you did, and they will kick you out." The moment she said that, I dropped to my knees, pleading. Her pranks never escalated this far. Jane was someone who only spoke to me when she wanted to create content, so I actually thought this was all content, but guess it wasn't. "I didn't do anything, I swear! You're misunderstanding me. Please don't call them, please don't call Mom and Dad!" 'Mom and Dad' – foreign words I only used around visitors and strangers. Legally, they were my parents. I rubbed my hands together frantically, begging her, because I knew what they would do to me if they found out. The last time I was accused of something I hadn't done, I went without food for three days. But the 23-year-old blonde girl ignored my pleas and proceeded to do exactly what she intended. She moved down the hallway, screaming their names. "Mom! Daddy! Where are you? You need to hear this!" Ms. Jane called out. My heart started beating faster than ever. I was in deep trouble. I looked around, desperate for a way to avoid this situation, but it felt inevitable. Mr. and Mrs. Ragnar ran out; all I heard were their footsteps echoing from the first floor down to the second, where Ms. Jane and I stood. "What's all this noise about, my child?" Mr. Ragnar pronounced, walking towards me, where I knelt, and where she stood. Mrs. Ragnar said nothing, just stood behind Mr. Ragnar, eying me. "Why is she on her knees?" my adopted father, Mr. Ragnar, asked. "Mom, Dad, I just saw Hannah's picture on Desmond's phone, and you know what type of picture? That type of picture!" Ms. Jane exclaimed. "What, Hannah, is that true?" Mr. Ragnar asked. "No, it's not! My smartphone camera is extremely bad, and you told me phones aren't allowed when working. So when would I even have the time to take pictures when I'm always working?" I responded. "Who knows what you do at night?" Ms. Jane retorted, facing me, one hand held close to her chest, the other on her waist. "This isn't true! You are ly–" I didn't get to finish before I was completely silenced by my adopted mother, Mrs. Ragnar. "Shut up!" She bent a bit, as she was taller than her husband, and stared at his face. "Honey, why are you even asking her? That's something she can do." She looked around and caressed Jane's face. "Jane, baby, don't worry, I'll sort this out. You know Mummy always fixes everything." She pecked her forehead. When Jane was about to leave, she called her back. "Take my card and go get the latest bag they just released. Mummy's got this, okay?" She gave Jane her card and then turned to me. Before Ms. Jane left, she eyed me from head to foot as I knelt, and smirked. "Youuu, you are not grateful! We got you out of the orphanage, we adopted you, we gave you a roof over your head, and this is how you pay us back?" Mrs. Ragnar came forward. I don't know how it happened, but I somehow found enough courage to get up and talk back to them for the first time in my life, because I knew I wouldn't escape this no matter what. I challenged back, "Adopted me? Do you even know what that word means? You literally bought me from the orphanage to become your maid! I clean after you, and what do I get in return? Punishment, accusations, sleeping with an empty stomach! No matter what I say, you won't believe me!" "What did you just say?" Mr. Ragnar asked me, his hand moving towards his belt. "I said your wife bought my freedom! You were supposed to be my foster family, but I became your servant!" That felt nice, speaking back after holding on for over thirteen years. Mr. Ragnar removed his belt, threw it, and it landed on my face. I held my face in shock, tears streaming down. My red hair, which had been tied in a bun, fell down. The more I rubbed it, the more it stung. My lips parted slightly. I looked at my father, and he turned away. I was still crying when Mrs. Ragnar came forward. Mrs. Ragnar sneered, "Serves you right! Every person that came to the orphanage rejected you. They either said you were cursed or sick, and we brought you here, yet you aren't thankful!" She brought her index finger and pointed at me. " At 18, you were rejected. I guess I understand why now We really should have left you at the orphanage, you are a curse." She turned her back and moved towards her husband. "Throw her out!" Mr. Ragnar nodded as if it were an order from his boss. "Maxxx!" he called out my brother's name. "Beat the hell out of her and throw her and her belongings out! How did we raise such a disrespectful girl?" Max came down from where he had been watching. He didn't want to touch me, but his father said if he didn't do it, he would throw both of us out. So he stomped on me while I held my hands to my face to protect it, because it was the only good thing I had—my looks. After he stomped on me, he held me by my arm and threw me out into the rain. He then flung $200 at me to cover my injuries. "If we ever see you around this family again, be it Jane or this compound, we will file a report!" Mr. Ragnar pronounced from inside the living room. Max turned his back on me and shut the door