27. Heritage

Nomia pov

Like yesterday and the day before I wake up by the door closing and the rough maids dress landing on my face. I scowl. This is not a routine I enjoy or want to get used to.

“After today we’re almost half done.” Aminta offers but it's not heart felt. I feel her irritation.

The whipping is just like yesterday. No crowd, no Jared. Janus wielding the whip is still a bitter pill to swallow. But my heart knows that if he could’ve prevented this he would have. I see the heaviness in his eyes.

“If one of those guards or warrior oafs were to wield the whip they might be going all out to prove their loyalty and worthiness” Aminta offers as consolation.

Alpha Zared is quite chirpy. I’m not sure that’s a good thing though. There is an unnerving glint in his eye, a bounce in his step and a small smile playing on his lips. I feel a shudder going down my spine watching him.

I lie on my bed waiting for Alpha Zared to come and ‘help’ me with the plug and belt. Now I know how