No, Alpha

Shane

Less than an hour ago, I took Adea in my room and watched her escape to safety. The whip came down on my back. Skin split, flesh cried out, and blood oozed down my back. The warrior holding the whip recited the same question he had been since we walked into the packhouse. My fingers gripped my thighs tightly as the whip came down on my back again. I won’t submit and I won’t out Adea. I’ll keep my mouth nice and shut until the time is right. And right now? The time is not right.

The warrior takes a break from my back as Alphonse steps in front of the bastard next to me. He’s got an attitude and he’s bleeding from his head. I recognize him as Paul, I didn’t see him often, but he was assigned to clean up. He came in after events from dinner to parties and got rid of the mess.

He takes a break from my back as Alphonse steps in front of the bastard next to me. He’s hunched over but as he locks on Beta’s shoes in front of him he straightens his back. He holds Beta’s gaze which in this