I got permission from Beta Wyatt, who let me leave the party immediately.
I fell into bed and tried to stop thinking about everything that happened in the past, but I couldn't; everything kept pouring into my brain and stirring me up in a bad way.
I huffed and angrily took off my gown, entered the bathroom, and soaked myself in the bathtub after preparing it.
I sighed and used my finger to trace the ugly red and black scars on my flat stomach, shoulder, chest, and lap.
I knew there would be many scars on my back as well; they'd be far uglier.
I closed my eyes, wrapped my hand around myself, and kept on recalling everything.
If Alpha Henry later knows that what he termed as death punishment helped save my life, will he regret it?
It was all thanks to his death punishment that I found
