Not a lucky wolf

No, not a lucky wolf.

My legs quivered out of control.

I could no longer hold myself up. My body sagged, a rag doll to be abused for Alpha's pleasure. Tears streamed down my cheeks. With each kiss of the whip, my resolve to remain silent became more and more impossible, but I held on. Blood dripped freely from my mouth, where my canines had gnawed my lips to keep me from screaming.

My Wolf was crying out in my head, howling her pain, hurt and devastated. She didn't understand how her mate could do this to her. How could he just stand by and let her be beaten? I didn't have any answers for her.

Almost continuous low growls came from my audience. Both Langdon and Coal voicing their displeasure, but neither could help me...

...not without challenging Alpha.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the strikes stopped coming. Beta Ford stepped forward and cut my bindings. I fell to the ground in a heap, groaning loudly at the impact.

Calla sniveled impatiently, "Coal, let's just go. It'