Chapter 139
The Stained Omega
Punishment.
(Zoe
With my hands flat on the wall I spread my legs so they are as far apart as I can get while still standing.
I hold my breath as I feel my beige dress cut from my b*dy, n*ked and cold I shiver as I wait for my
punishment.
âYou failed.â I hear him say from behind me a split second before the lash swooshes down on my back.
I bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out, I learned long ago that crying out or showing any
weakness. just results in more punishments. âIf we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will
forgive us our sins and purify us from all
unrighteousness.â Another lash blows down on my back as he recites. his scripture. I lose count of how
many blows he bestows upon me. I feel blood trickle down my back and drip to the floor as he splits the
skin open on my back.
âIt wasnât my fault.â I cry out as a particularly hard whip slices through my skin.
âNot your fault? All you had to do was use the form that was given to you to provide us with a new mind
to mould. A new b*dy for our cause.â Heâs angry with me, his voice is getting lower the more whips he
lashes upon my back. âBeautiful,â I feel his fingers work through the wounds on my back, I canât stop
the hiss of pain that leaves my mouth. âThe only place for a wolf such as you is on your knees painted
in wounds of man.â
âI got you the child, I did what you asked. No one ever mentioned having to mate with another for a
child.â He must put his hand flat on my back because suddenly the stinging is unbearable, it takes
everything I have to keep myself up right.
âLike arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of oneâs youth.â He whispers in my ears,
âchildren will be our greatest weapon. They will help us multiple and take over the shifters plaguing this
earth.â
âHow is making more shifters going to plague the world of shifters?â Before Swiftmane Pack I wouldnât
have dared as the question but so much doesnât make sense now.
âWe will fight fire with fire and when the war is done we will dispose of our warriors, we will live in a
world of peace once the great battle ist won.â I bow my head down. itâs no use questioning him, he will
always answer in riddles I donât understand. As a woman Iâm meant to be obedient and never have
questions but I have so many questions, they tumble around my head in a mix of words so jumbled
together I can barely form them.
âYou will go now, pray for forgiveness. Tomorrow you will try again.â I listen to his retreating feet and the
wait a few minutes to make sure Iâ m alone. I listen as the blood slowly stops dripping to the floor from
my back.
Once Iâm sure Iâm alone I carefully bend myself to pick up the torn garment. I try to wrap it around my
b*dy to hide my nudity but itâs no use. Iâll have to find a sewing needle to fix this mess, I wonât be given
another just because Iâve been punished. The walk back to the communal bedroom is an
uncomfortable one, as a shifter Iâm casily recognised by my beige outfit, the humans wear red, the
colour of the victorious. Iâm even more recognisable because of my flayed back on display for them all
to see, as I walk across the fields I can see people stopping and staring, some are even openly
pointing and whispering. Itâs nothing new to see a shifter punished but itâs not common for us to walk
around n*ked.
âI take it that cherry didnt get popped then?â Dean asks me as soon as I walk into the bedroom. I look
over and see the middle aged man sitting on a bed, wrapping his feet in bandages, His hazel eyes are
laser focused on his task and he doesnât even look at me, I see his nose
twitch though as he picks up the scent of my blood. Of all the people who share this room Dean is
probably one of the only ones I can talk
10.
âApparently heâs g ay, none of it went like I was told.â I tell him as I try to sit on my own bed, the
bending seems to stretch my wounds though so I quickly stand back up. âI need to fix my dress.â
âGive it to me. Iâll get it fixed up once Iâve sorted these.â I slowly walk over to his bed and lay the
tattered dress down carefully.
âWhat happened?â I ask him as I look at the feet heâs wrapping, het looks like heâs walked across a bed
of nails.
âTold one of the human kids off, apparently his parents didnât take too kindly to that.â Dean is smiling
even though I know he must be in a lot of pain.
âYou know better than that Dean.â I sigh as I pass him another bandage. âWhy did you do it?â
âYou know why.â Dean looks at me and twirls his finger, I spin around to show him my back. âHe didnât
go easy this time, Iâll try to steal you some antibiotics.
âYou know while I was at the Pack their Luna got shot and within a day she was up and around. I think
our wolves do more than they tell us.â Dean smirks at me as I turn back around to look at him.
âYeah they do, Iâve told you this. If it wasnât for this,â he runs his finger across the small bump in his
shoulder. âWe could do so much more. We arenât meant to be locked up like this. You should have
done as I
told you and ran once they let you goâ
âThey would have found me.â I run a finger over my own bump. I can feel it just under my skin. âYou
know there is no hiding from them.â
âAnd now you wonât ever get the chance again, they wonât let you back. out into the world now youâre a
woman. They will keep you here like a broodmare to fill their righteous army.â Deanâs tone is harsh but I
know hes right.
âI could take the kid back to them, maybe then the Pack would take me in? Protect me?â Dean laughs
as he finishes with his feet and pulls at needle and some thread out from under his bed..
âWhy would an Alpha and Luna whose baby you stole give you protection? Youâd be lucky to be able to
cross their border without dying.â I know heâs right but I can help that little flicker of hope in my chest.
âYou didnât see them, Iâve never seen anything like it. They were a family Dean, an actual family of
shifters, it was everything we have ever dreamed of. Did you know there is such a thing as a fated
mate?â Dean shakes his head as he focuses on my dress. âI just canât help but wonder if this is all there
is?â
âThose are some dangerous questions kid.â Dean tells me as he hands me back my now fixed dress.
âGet a shower and Iâll go find you something for your back.â
I watch him leave the bedroom leaving me alone, I walk back to my bed and drop the dress before
picking up my towel and walking over to the shower. Until a week ago I thought my life was all mapped
out before me, do my chores, turn sixteen and then help the community in birthing children. After Anna,
I canât help but wonder if there is maybe more to life than being on my back with some random male
prisoner
rutting away on top of me.