Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Third Person’s POV
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Solanke’s claws dug into the mark on Velda’s nape, his pheromones laced with cold wind as they invaded her torn glands.
Velda screamed, a whine like a cub’s escaping her throat, “No, stay back! Don’t touch my mark!”
Solanke crouched and sliced through her bonds.
Seeing her shrink in fear, his rage intensified.
The heir of the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King had been humiliated by this cowardly wretch.
“Do you even deserve a mark?” Solanke’s pupils slit blood–red in the moonlight. His wolf claws tore her leather armor embroidered with the Bloodmoon totem. “You had his glands ripped out when he was captured!”
He dragged the trembling she–wolf outside by her hair.
The cold and scalp pain brought tears to her eyes.
Once outside, Solanke spun her by her hair and threw her onto a snow–covered clearing where eighteen naked wolves lay, their bodies steaming.
They screamed and writhed in agony–just like the man Velda had targeted.
But unlike him, they all screamed in agony.
He bit back every cry until the pain became unbearable.
When the man finally screamed, everyone had cheered.
Destroying someone’s dignity was exhilarating.
Velda crawled backward in terror, but was dragged back by her hair. A cold voice ordered, “Watch closely. See the pain you inflicted.”
Her jaw was pinched painfully, forcing her to witness the carnage.
Her sodiers were in agony, their bodies wracked by pain and cold. Their suffering was so intense that it made life feel unbearable, and their screams echoed across the entire hillside.
Velda felt limp and weak.
The scene, once a source of twisted pleasure, now filled her with unspeakable pain.
Her fangs bit into her lip, blood staining the snow crimson.
“Scared now? This is just the beginning,” Solanke’s voice was as cold as snow and ice, making Velda’s heart
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sink with fear.
Then, he shifted his hands. His sharp claws dug into the eighteen defenseless werewolves.
The werewolf totems of the eighteen wolves were brutally torn off, blood gushed out, but quickly froze in the cold.
The pain in the cold didn’t numb them; instead, it felt more intense.
Velda was forced to watch, unable to look away.
She trembled violently, knowing she was next.
Sure enough, she was pinned down, lying on her back.
More men stepped forward, unfastened her battle robe, tore open her underclothes, and pulled down her
trousers.
Panicked, she thought she’d be raped, but instead, a sword slashed her upper leg.
Warm blood flowed, then froze.
A dagger then carved words into her face.
She was pinned down, her eyes brimming with terror, as she felt her blood flow with pain and shame.
The dagger, coated in wolfsbane sap, seared her face.
Just as she thought the torture would continue, she was dragged back into the hut, as were all the others.
A heater provided little warmth against the howling wind.
The meager warmth from the heater was no match for the howling cold wind.
The captives, bruised and weakened, crawled toward it, hoping to ease their deep–seated cold and pain.
Velda’s pants had been taken. The wound at the top of her leg throbbed like a sharp knife, preventing her from closing her legs. The slight warmth in the hut caused her wound to bleed slowly, pooling blood beneath her.
Everyone was immersed in their agony, with only the sound of Velda echoing in the cold, cramped space.
A man entered and forced a foul–smelling potion down her throat.
The medicine reeked, nearly making her vomit.
She swallowed hard, knowing she was probably doomed.
If this was poison, she thought, at least it would be a quick escape from the pain.
Dominic then entered and beat her mercilessly.
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Her face and body covered in bruises, she lay weakly, not caring what was carved into her face.
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She lay weakly on the ground. Even the slightest movement felt like her organs were being twisted, the pain almost making her pass out.
She despaired, sure Ulrik wouldn’t save her.
Once the first female Gamma, she now faced a miserable end.
Jealousy and hatred filled her thoughts of Adelaide’s future glory.
If only she had Adelaide’s background, she’d be the one in the spotlight.
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