Chapter 15
Bethany’s POV
The punishment hall was silent.
The four women knelt in the center, their heads bowed. Their hands trembled in their laps, their dresses dirty from the cold stone floor.
Damien and his brothers sat before them. Their eyes locked on me when I walked in.
I swallowed hard.
Why was there?
Was I being punished?
Before I could speak, Damien’s voice rang out, deep and authoritative.
“I heard the wound on your neck was caused by these women.”
The words sent a jolt through my chest.
I clenched my fists, suddenly aware of how many people were watching me.
My heart pounded.
If I said no, I would be lying again. Damien had already asked once and I lied
But if I said yes, I would be dooming them.
I hesitated, glancing at the kneeling women.
They weren’t crying or speaking. They only stared at me, their gazes unreadable–were they pleading? Threatening? I couldn’t tell.
I bit my lip.
None of it mattered.
What mattered was that Damien already knew the truth. He was testing me.
Damien’s voice cut through the silence.
“We don’t have all day, omega.”
Omega.
The word sent a sharp pang through me.
I hated it.
I hated that he saw me as less.
Still, I had no choice.
I lowered my gaze and whispered, “Yes. They’re the ones who hurt me.”
A sharp intake of breath echoed from the women.
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Chapter 15
Morced myself to stand tall, but my heart sched
If anyone deserved punishment, it was Orion.
But I couldn’t bring myself to kay his name.
Damien leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest. His golden gaze flickered to the trembling woman.
What should your punishment be,” he mused, his voice deceptively soft, “for hurting the Alpha’s maid?”
The women broke.
They fell forward, pressing their heads to the floor, begging.
“Alpha, please-
“We were wrong!*
“Forgive us!”
“We’ll never do it again!”
Damien said nothing.
Daniel, however, smirked, his arms crossed.
“Pleading won’t change anything,” he said coldly. “You should have thought of that before.”
He turned to Damien. “They should be stripped of their positions.”
Damien nodded once.
“You are no longer permitted to work inside the palace,” he declared. “From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the streets, the floors, and all public areas within the pack.”
The women gasped in horror.
“No–please-”
“Have mercy, Alpha!”
But Damien’s expression remained impassive.
“You should be grateful,” he said. “I could have made it worse.”
Their pleas turned to quiet sobs, but they didn’t argue. The guards drew close to take them away.
“That is all.”
As I watched the guards drag the women away, my stomach twisted. Their punishment was harsh, but not unexpected.
It was then that I realized–there was no “better” among the brothers. Damien, Damon, Daniel… they were all the same. Ruthless. Unforgiving. Cold cruel bastards. They were everything people said about them and more.
I wanted to speak. To argue. To say something.
But my mouth stayed shut.
Because what could I even say?
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He walked inward my shi i fought the unge to thin back in her don’t s
ste stopgand just di front of me, golden eyes burning its mains.
you remain weak,” he said, his voice low but form, “and can’t stand up for yourself, the more people will bully you because you belong to the Alphox
His mis darkened
and the more they will get tortured.”
shivered.
He was saying it like a fact. A warning.
And yet, despite the cold edge in his voice, I felt something else beneath it.
Possession.
I belonged to the Alpha.
The words should have filled me with rage. Should have made me hate him more.
But instead…
I felt something dangerous stir inside me.
I liked it.
And I hated that I liked it.
“Do you understand? People will get hurt over and over if you cannot stand up for yourself, Omega.”
1 nodded meekly.
Damien turned away as if the conversation was over.
For a second, I thought he had forgotten about my lie.
I was wrong.
He stopped mid–step and glanced back.
“You’ll be punished,” he said, voice cold. “For lying to your Alpha.”
My heart dropped.
Punished?
I stiffened. “–”
“Go stand in front of the North Wing until daybreak,” he commanded. “You may not sit.”
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cays they una tis pole ko rin ye mgong –
tovered my head. Yes, Agila.
And with that teh fighting the urge to cry I made my way to the northw
By midnight, the storm hit
wing
Rain mounes from the sky in relentless sheets, soaking me instantly. My clothes clung to my body, my hair plastered to my face:
Pugged salt, my teeth chattering
was freezing, glanced at Damien’s palace, which loomed in the distance.
No one was outside. No one was watching me. I needed to find shelter, or I really would die from the cold, the rain, and everything else.
They were probably asleep. Even demons slept, right?
I peered harder. It was hard to see with all the pouring rain. I sighed, closing my eyes.
Should we do this?
I swallowed
I could run.
Just for a little while
Find shelter and dry off. They’d never know.
Would they?
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