Today is the day of the Party and Karlee and I feel as if we are punished for being the servants and cleaning crew. So, I shower and wrap my long black hair into a classy bun. I put on a black and purple dress shirt and white jeans that hugged my hips and curves. I put on my necklace that said fearless and looked in the mirror with confidence.
I headed downstairs to meet with Karlee. "Hey Karlee, are you ready to work." "Yes, I am maybe will meet our mates and leave this hell hole." "Don't you sound enthusiastic Karlee?"
I laughed. "Yeah, yeah come on so we aren't late." She huffed. I lived toying with Kar she was my sister by heart. She looked pretty with a pink top classy fit and black jeans like mine. We headed to the packhouse to make sure everything was in order and serve the guests. We had to go through the back door to the kitchen only to go into the storage room or to the dining room to serve them their food.
"Let's get them their appetizers, Kar." She strutted her stuff out the kitchen door determined our mates might show. She was so full of life and the spunk goddess bless her mate. We took the appetizers to them Alpha was not there he was walking out the door I heard him greet the beta of another pack. I then saw Kar stick her nose in the air she smelled her mate when Shelly tripped her causing her to spill her plate on the guests. I yanked Kar into the kitchen afraid of what the Alpha would do to her. Then all of a sudden, the doors flung open. Where an angry Alpha stood.
Shelly stood there shouting "they did it threw food on us why you weren't in the room." If none of you knew Shelly was his daughter and my half-sister. He waved for his guards who grabbed Karlee with me screaming in protest. No one was listening. The doors swung open again. "Beta Drake of the Blood Pack what are you doing back here?" Alpha asked. "Get your hands off my mate." He was breathing heavy staring at Karlee who locked eyes with him "mate" she whispered as she was out of breath from fighting the guards. "I am sorry beta, but she broke my rule she is my pack member and will be punished then you can have her." He said asserting his authority. BETA was on our territory only one who can stop an Alpha is another Alpha.
They were dragging her to the posts me and beta in tow. I could not let them do this to her. All these cowards allowing this all because that bitch is a jealous liar. Karlee is crying begging to go to her mate. I had to do something I knew the one thing he hated more than broken rules was me. As they began strapping her to the whipping post, I knew I had made a stand. "STOP," I shouted above everyone, and they became silent. Alpha turned with such hate in his eyes Luna standing in the front row of the crowd gasping like the rest because I interrupted him. "What did you just say you trash." He snarled at me. "I know my past Alpha." Luna gasped at the words as they left my lips. "I know something that will settle this. I Aryah Dawn Jacobs of Harvest Moon Deemed Omega by Alpha Jack take Karlee Ann Michael's punishment in her place for her to be released to her mate." Everyone was shocked and silent.
The Alpha's eyes held so much hatred I knew it would work. He smiled I sly disgusting smile at me. "You think you are brave, strong, your nothing but trash you may take her punishment doubled for your disobedience. One hundred whips with me doing the lashing." I heard a scream coming from Luna. "Please Jack please don't." She pleaded. "Mom stop defending her she deserves it all." Shelly snapped man she was spoiled.
I was strapped to the post when Jack grabbed me by my hair ripping my bun out. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this I will hear you beg I will hear you scream." He said loud enough for all to hear. My mama being held back I looked at her and mouthed I love you. One, the pain is sharp, and strong. Two hearing the whack across my flesh feeling the sting through my entire body. I bit my lip to keep from screaming he would not get the satisfaction. Thirty-five, I know smell the metallic of my blood the warmth running down my back. Beta Drake ran back to packhouse and has not returned at least someone sees this is wrong, but I will not break. Sixty, the pain has numbed my body is barely holding on by a thread. The rain begins to fall. The water stung the open wounds on my back.
I then smell the most delicious smell of cinnamon and vanilla. I can barely hear dots blurring my vision a man shout "ENOUGH." I keep falling in and out of consciousness when I am unstrapped and released. I fall being caught by a pair of strong arms shooting sparks up my body in a sense of pleasure, Ali howling the one word in my head I thought I would never say. I slightly opened my eyes not being able to see clearly, rain helping block my vision. "MATE," I say then I blackout.