(Valerie Greyson ^)

"Get up mutt!"when did they start calling me mutt? I'm pulled out of my nap as I look up at the ugly guard. He chains my wrist and walks behind me. We make our way to the punishment ceremony were thousands of pack members are. They all boo at me as I make an entrance to the stage.

The guard throws me down and i land on the ground making a big "thump" sound. "Watch it will you. I don't want to scratch up my pretty knees," I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

He kicks me and grunts. He walks off as everyone eyes are on me. My eyes wander the crowd and I spot my mother and brother. Both of them crying. I fill so guilty for putting this stress on them. "I was only trying to help. I look down at my chained hands in my lap.

The rusted silver burning my wrist. I hiss at the pain. Looking at the crowd once more I see my used to be best friend Kylie. Over the school year she kept her distance from me so I shrugged it off.

The beta comes out and the audience bows to him as if he's the alpha. In his dreams. "Today we are here for the punishment of Valerie Claire Greyson. She will be punished with twenty whips and one year in the cells. She has tried to steal the alphas money that he saved for the pack."

Everyone gasps and starts calling me she wolf stealer. I don't get why they care so much. They had the alpha put in the cells for his ruthless behavior so I don't get why they should care?

I shake the thoughts out of my head and look up at the beta who holds the silver whip in his hand. What's up with all the silver? Why not gold?

I mentally slap my face for the silly thought. He comes close to me and strips me from my shirt. He ties my hands up and gets the whip ready.

I won't heal fast because I was born prematurely. I never got all of the nutrients I needed before I was born. I'm like the runt of the pack. I know people would never call me that Since I was the betas daughter but now I'm questioning that since my fathers gone.

My medium length Grayish colored hair fell in my face. I'm not getting gray hair at the age seventeen. I dyed it a year ago. I close my eyes ready for the whip to contact my skin.

Slash. I scream in agony as the whip hits my delicate skin. Tears already soaking my face. The other slash hits my back and I bite my lip drawing blood from it. I can hear my mother cries from the stage which makes me cry harder.

The next slash makes me sob loud and hiccup. I probably look like a mess. I could feel my blood trickle down my back dripping to the ground.

I clench my fist, my knuckles turing white. I let out a shaky breathe and open my eyes. My vision was blurry from crying. "Please stop," I whisper. He only chuckles and keeps going.

I turn around to hear screaming but my face meets with the whip and my cheek gets slashed. I let out a howl full of pain. The crowd gasps at the long gash on my cheek. That's going to need stitches. "That wouldn't have happened if you didn't turn around."

I turned around again and spat on his disgusting face. The crowd all gasped as his eyes darkened. "That's it!" He starts slashing my back non stop.

I'm thinking that he passed twenty whippings now. My cries are louder then the wild crowd who's trying to calm him down but he doesn't make the slightest budge.

Guards tell the pack members to leave. All I can hear is my mother screaming, "my baby!" I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to fill numb everywhere on my body. Was this a good or bad sign?

The whipping stops and he storms of to where ever he's going. The room is silent as I sit there alone, unable to move and of my sore muscles. A small whimper escapes my lips as I feel a presence in the room with me.

Was it George again to whip me even harder? He comes and unties me. I pushes me forward as we walk down to the cells. "All the cells are taken so you will share a cell with alpha. Maybe he can teach you a lesson or two," he smirks. I gulp, what does he mean by that?

As he forces me to walk we enter the cells. The stench of blood is strong and it makes me shiver. The cell opens and a muscular man back is faced towards me. His back has whip scars on them but probably not that bad like mine Through all the blood stench I can smell is woodsy odor.

Makes my knees weak. I pushed into the cell and I whimper at the harsh impact. I chained right next to him and he growls loud making me scoot away in fear. My wolf starts to go crazy and I'm wondering why?

I look at him and my eyes widen.

"Mate?"

He turns and looks at me with black orbs. His canines extend as he growls. I cry in fear of what he is about to do.

As he looks my way I get a good glimpse at him. He's very handsome indeed with his brown chocolate eyes and plump lips that look kissable. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when he starts to shake in rage.

Oh my gosh! What is happening to him? "Mate are you ok?" He growls louder. He wasn't mad as much because I could see his regular eye color now he looks like he wants to kill me.

"Your the one who tried to steal my money?" It was more as a fact then question.

Im so dead someone plan my funeral in advance.

Another chapter out! Tell me what you think! Also I picked Amanda Steele to play Valerie Greyson. Hope you enjoy. Comment and.....

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