Zielle
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"How long has it been since you got your last whipping, Zielle?" The Luna's lips curl into a smirk, and even though she tries to hold on to her cool authority, I can hear the tremor in her words. It's the kind of rage that simmers just beneath the surface, just about to break free. "Maybe that's what you need."
It hasn't been long since my last punishment. Just a few months before Reis was brought to Lyssomire—back when I was taming another alpha, one just as wild. The punishment was served because I broke the rules: I let him out for air before dawn, hoping the fog might calm his nerves since he was feeling a little restless. He was tamed then, but still under my supervision. It was seen as carelessness, a threat to the delicate order.
The scar is still faint across my shoulders, muscle memory of pain etched in my body.
