Belinda’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though she was quick to mask it with a delicate sigh. “Alpha, you don’t have to do this. I never wanted her to be punished. If you keep going, Luna will end up blaming me.”
Connor’s tone was unwavering. “She wouldn’t dare. Don’t worry. After this, she’ll think twice before acting out again—unless she wants to find herself back in that well.
“She’s always been so proud. But after being trapped down there, forced to relieve herself like an animal… I doubt she’d ever risk this punishment again.”
So he knew. He knew my pride was everything, yet he chose to strip it from me, to hand me the most degrading death imaginable.
My carefully maintained nails raked against the jagged stone walls as I tried to climb. But the moment my fingers grazed the edge, the guards shoved me back down.
Then Connor ordered the well to be sealed, preventing any rainwater from reaching the depths, effectively guaranteeing my thirst.
Weak and shaking, I stood in the darkness, feeling the insects and snakes gnawing at my toes.
