14

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“And you, Breeder Bellatrix,” the Beta began.

“You have caused harm to an original pack member and you, without permission, left your punishment to do something of your own interests. For that, you will be caned ten lashes. Let this serve as a lesson to you. The rest of you,” the Beta turned to the crowd. “…Disperse. There’s nothing to see here.”

“Yes, my lord,” everyone in the crowd chorused and turned to leave, chatting in small voices.

Bellatrix sighed, “Could you at least let me know why I was dragged here in the first place?” she asked the Beta.

“You came out without permission. Without the Alpha’s orders. You’re lucky he was not in a bad mood today.” With that, he walked away.

Bellatrix, at the guards’ order, lay on the ground on her belly and received the punishment she was to be granted. Afterwards, she struggled but successfully forced her body to get into a kneeling pose.

The twins, by the guards’ orders, were made to kneel beside her. It wasn’t easy for the siblings to remain kneeling; Their backs were bleeding from the merciless strokes they’d received earlier.

Seeing all three being obedient and silent, the guards took their leave.

The whips used for punishment in Bellatrix’s and the twins' cases differed. The first one possessed hair-raising spikes, meant for stubborn criminals. The second one, which was used for the breeder, possessed no spikes, and was thin and long. The strikes weren’t all that painful either as the guard who flogged her didn’t use much amount of strength considering she was still the Alpha's breeder.

“I won in the end,” Bellatrix tittered to the twins' hearing.

"Shut up!" Genaya spat, teeth gritted. It was torture to straighten her upper back, a torture to keep kneeling.

"It's best we all remain silent until tomorrow morning." Genaya's twin, Gregson spoke. He didn't want Genaya to cause another round of punishment for them.

"Beauty isn't everything. In your case," Bellatrix paused for a few nanoseconds before continuing, "...having a brain isn't the ultimate thing,"

"You... What are you trying to say?" Genaya raged, even ignoring her brother who was silently pinching her arm.

The breeder responded, "I meant... being beautiful is nice but having a brain with holes just like a basket..."

"How dare you...?" Genaya's body was trembling greatly, her fangs had reappeared, and so did her claws.

In this moment, the feeling of pain was gone, all she wanted to do was tear this pesky female apart!

"Being hotheaded will get you nowhere as well," Bellatrix added, looking unbothered.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and grumbling was heard in the sky.

"It's all your fault!" Genaya seethed. If this bitchy Omega hadn't provoked her, she would've been at home, watching her favourite show in her room while eating some snacks. Damn it, it's all Bellatrix's fault.

"Genaya, stop this. Stop this, okay? It's enough. Rain will only pour on us, we won't die from being drenched by the rain," Gregson cautioned.

"I'm supposed to be getting treatment in a warm, cosy place at least! It's all her fault..."

Gregson's eyes suddenly flashed a fuchsia colour and before Genaya knew it, his right palm had harshly connected with her face. It wasn't a simple slap, it was one that did some damage to her jaws and skin as well!

As her jaws began to self-heal, her eyes flashed a pink colour and she lunged at him, consumed wholly by mad rage.

"You dare to hit me? You hit me, huh? Because of this ugly thing?!"

"I should break your limbs as well, so your brain will start working for once!" Greg seethed.

" So you're now joining her in calling me a numbskull?"

"Don't put words in my mouth!"

Both were at each other's throats already, none seemed to want to give in.

Bellatrix just watched them, looking rather amused. "If you fight here, and I get injured as a result... well, you'll get to continue the fight... probably in hell,"

"Shut up!" Both twins chorused, their attention on her.

Genaya raged, "You think relying on the Alpha will save your ass from peril forever? You're just..."

The swish of a whip was heard, cutting the blonde female's words.

"Both of you, lie on your gut," a rough masculine voice boomed.

The twins let go of each other's throats, chests heaving, breaths hitched.

Then, with a synced harrumph, they lay on their belly.

"You two, what's in your head?" The owner of the voice, a high-ranking pack guard, John Carlton, questioned, but the siblings didn't reply.

"You were given a simple punishment after you hurt the Alpha's property. And instead of being grateful and serving your punishment with rejoicing, you're about to kill each other? Your parents are back home waiting for you stubborn duo to return in one piece and this is what you do, in front of the Breeder?"

"She's trash!" Genaya spat.

"Sir, I don't know her. You can do whatever you want to her. Count me out," Gregson quickly stated his stance.

The unhappy guard raised him by the collar and slapped him with the other, "You idiot! You're the older one. You both shared a womb. You are supposed to protect, teach and correct her. You are to discipline her as well. She is your family, you don't give up on family. Don't you know that? Or did you forget?"

Gregson harrumphed, "At the rate she's going, even my parents will disown her. Everyone has his own life to live, and their own burden to carry. I'm here sharing an undeserved punishment with her. That's how far I'll go. If she wants me to follow her to the grave, I'm not doing it!"

Guard John let go of the young man and went over to Genaya. "When will you start using your head like a werewolf of your rank does?"

"None of your business," Genaya replied.

"I see," the guard nodded sagely. "Gregson, Genaya, get up."

The two obeyed, albeit with incredulous looks.

They didn't believe he would defy the Beta's orders and let them go home. Hell, even the Gamma wouldn't dare to.

"I don't think kneeling suits either of you. Considering your wolf rank and family status, I'll ease your punishment,"

The wind had gotten stronger, howling frequently.

"Genaya, you will do a handstand until tomorrow." The guard declared.

"What?" The blonde female's arrogance had morphed quickly into anxiety.

Ignoring her, the guard focused on Gregson, "And you, do push-ups for five hours. Your sister will help you count. You'll have to restart from number one if she misses any number. I will gladly take the privilege of watching you two tonight. Don't worry, if either of you keels over, my whip will do its job excellently," the guard grinned.

"No, I'm not doing that. My back hurts like hell," Genaya voiced her unwillingness. "And what about her?"

The guard didn't respond, it was obvious, he wasn't going to add to Bellatrix's punishment. Gregson, though worried, began to serve his punishment.

Ordinarily, he could do a thousand pushups without troubles, but now that his back had been kissed tens of times by those spiked whips earlier, even doing twenty would be an arduous task.

But he had to try. He wanted to go home.

Genaya after some minutes did a handstand, wearing a sulky look.

Guard John took refuge in a shelter not far from them, as the rain had started pouring.