The Alpha's Enslaved Mate

Consequences

I always knew that my father would get us into trouble. He was reckless, and all he cared about was making money. My mother cried all the time, and begged him to change his ways before he ruined us all. He never listened, and my mother's prophecy came true. In the middle of the forest in our pack's territory was a clearing. It was used for a lot of things; pack ceremonies, initiation rituals, and punishment among others. I had been there a few times for joyous occasions but there was nothing good about what was about to happen. My eleven year old twin siblings and I were kneeling down, our hands tied up and chained to tree stumps in front of us. My father's hands were tied together and hoisted up with a strong rope. He was barely able to stand on his two feet at the moment, only managing to use his toes. The pack warriors would occasionally raise the rope and leave him hanging every now and then as they questioned him. My mother, on the other hand, was tied onto a long thin tree and ...