“Now keep your legs open for me, Ayra" Alpha Evon commanded, his voice leaving no room for defiance. I could feel the tremor in my limbs, but I did as I was told, my body betraying me as it obeyed his every word.
His hand moved with deliberate slowness, trailing up my thigh, his touch cold and impersonal. I tried to steel myself, to find some semblance of control in a situation where I had none, but my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes snapped to him without hesitation. The way he stared down at me, with a mix of anger and something else I couldn’t quite place, made me want to curl up into myself and disappear.
“This,” he began, “is your punishment, Ayra. You think you can strike me and walk away without consequence?
