A whimper slipped past my lips as he backed me to the wall, with every step he took further, my heart pounded against my chest. When the distance between us disappeared, he leaned down and whispered. "You have been such a naughty girl for so long and it's time for your punishment," My lips trembled as I spoke, "Is this a game?" ━━━━ Surviving as a lone wolf was difficult, especially when you have so many enemies chasing behind you. Myra left her pack at a very young age and found shelter in a small city. It wasn't long enough till the wolves found her and captured her. She was thrown at the feet of the Alpha Bane and was forced into submission.

"You are mine. I am yours. We are one." **** Running away on your wedding day is inevitable, especially when the Alpha pack you were born into is notorious for abuse. After years of torment, Myra Emerson escapes on her wedding day, only to land straight in the arms of the Rogue King. [TRIGGER WARNING- talks of suicide and rape. Moments of abuse, and strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Your mental health comes first. ]

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...