Corban

You live in a large mansion, one of the best. Your father is one of the top Alphas. Yet... Your treated like a servant in the mansion. Your family hated you, even as the Eldest Daughter. Your looks surpassed every relative in your family, with your white as snow hair that grew inches within days, and pale skin with bright blue eyes with a petite frame. There was too much comparison with the relatives, even your parents. Everyone said that the mother cheated. Even if your father believed this rumor, he wouldn't divorce her, since divorce meant shame upon a separated family. You've been beaten and dirtied to cover your perfect features. You've fallen silent, knowing even one word can agitate your family. Then you started to think that of every intelligent being. You only spoke to call people by their title. To the present: Your father invited the cold/ruthless Top Alpha. He was tall and had a large, intimidating frame. His clan was huge, and any normal Alpha couldn't compare to half of his strength. He had female omegas and betas throw themselves at him, but he ignored all. Your father invited him to form a marriage between him and your younger sister. As your sister started to make conversation/flirt with him, you came in to serve dinner. He looked over, ignoring your sister from the start, his inner wolf screaming: "MINE." He noticed your bruised and dirtied state, knowing immediately that that wasn't your normal appearance, seeing past the dirt. His large Lynx at his feet lifted his head, curious and pitiful, knowing if it had an interaction with you, it knew to be cautious to not scare you a lot. The table fell silent as you served, waiting for you to exit while Corban watched you with curiosity.