Chapter 52

• Imelda laughed maliciously as she watched me struggle. She had already flogged me like she desired before handing the copper whip to the guards.
• “Why aren’t you begging for mercy yet, Slave? You have no wolf, So what makes you think you’ll be able to survive the strokes of the cane you’re about to get?” Her voice was filled with mockery.
• I managed to raise my head, smiled weakly at her. “I know who I am, Imelda. I’m an Alpha’s daughter. I will never beg you for mercy.”