Chapter 4 – Bloody Picnic

Chapter 4 – Bloody Picnic

"Now you know the rules Geminie. Be polite and don't eat too much. You're a lady not a Rogue." My father warns and I nod, my curly white hair bouncing with the movement. Mother and father set high expectations for me the moment I was old enough to hold a fork. Sit with your back straight and hands folded in your lap. Never rush to eat your food and only eat what is on your plate – never ask for more. Never speak unless spoken to and if I do not follow this rule when out in public around other pack members or dignified visitors, then father will punish me. I learned quickly what a leather belt felt like against my skin the first time I asked for more food when I was hungry. After that, I obeyed each rule without a fuss even if my back hurt from sitting straight for so long or if my stomach protested in the middle of the night for food.

“I understand father and I will behave properly.” I answer quietly, catching Alex clench his f