Rejected After One Night with My Alpha Mate Novel - Chapter 14

Chapter 4 Blair's POV "Kneel." Zayden's voice cut through me, cold and sharp as a winter wind, leaving my dignity in shreds. Two towering warriors lunged forward, grabbing my shoulders with brutal force, like I was some kind of prisoner. I fought instinctively-my wolf refused to bow-but they were too strong. They slammed me down onto the cold stone floor. My knees crashed against the ground as pain shooting straight through my bones, and the world blurred for a moment. Lysander raised the vine whip he'd prepared. It sliced through the air with a shriek. A heartbeat later- Crack!

Agony ripped across my back like lightning. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood, but refused to make a sound. My wolf raged inside me-furious, rebellious-but I forced her down with sheer willpower. "Do you admit your mistake?" Lysander's voice was ice. "I didn't do anything wrong..." My voice was hoarse, each word like glass in my throat. Crack! This one was worse. The whip tore through the thin fabric of my dress, burning straight into my flesh. Wet heat spread across my back-I was bleeding. I knew that pain. That wasn't an ordinary whip.

It was a silver-threaded wolf whip, made specifically to punish those who defy the Alpha. "Do you admit your mistake?" "I didn't..." Again. And again. Each lash meant to break me-not just my body, but my soul. Blood mixed with the howls of my wolf, roaring inside me. I stayed silent, biting down until I tasted copper. My white dress was soaked in crimson, the floor beneath me painted in a grotesque pattern of red. "Stop! Please-stop!" Lexie, the aging maid, fell to her knees, sobbing. "She's going to die!

Luna's going to die if you keep going!" Chapter 4 10.29% But my three brothers didn't flinch. Didn't pause. They acted like they couldn't hear her-like I wasn't even human. My vision dimmed. The edges of the world crumbled. All I could hear was Zayden's mocking voice, "If she won't admit it, then we'll beat her until she does." The last lash fell-and with it, my consciousness. Darkness swallowed me whole. And the last thing I saw... was my blood pooling on the ground, and the cold, merciless eyes of the three men who used to be my family. They were once my brothers. My protectors. My blood.

Now? They were the ones holding the blade. I was locked in a room for three full days with no visitors and no one even brought me water. My wounds had festered, the silver threads still burning beneath my skin. I curled up on the bed like a dying animal, clinging to life by a thread. And next door? A different world entirely. Carrie's voice drifted through the wall, soft and sweet. My brothers whispering back to her, comforting her. Even Christian's low laugh echoed in. Each sound cut deep, flaying my heart raw. "Carrie, take your medicine." "Nooo, it's so bitter..." "Be good.