Chapter 11

I turn around and brace myself for my lashings and when they do not come; I spin and look at the still shocked crowd. Rolling my eyes, I reach out and close Alpha Wade’s gaping jaw.

“Would you start already? We have warrior training to get to so I can teach your pack how to be real men.” I spin back around and the crowd murmurs to life.

I have a second’s notice when the sound of the whip whistles through the air and lands on my bareback. Pain ripples through my body as I focus on removing myself from my body and escape into my meditation. My body forcefully lurches with every hit, each strike landing lighter than the last. Alpha Wade is tired, or he doesn’t enjoy whipping me. Perhaps he is more human than I thought.

The final lash lands and I allow myself back from my meditation space. I am almost bowled over by the pain that was awaiting me. Damn, it’s been a while since I was whipped. I take a deep breath and spin around to see the group has nearly tripled in siz