William POVA few hours later Alpha Simon returned, the same whip that Beta Dylan had used in hand and a menacing smile on his face.“Finally you’re awake, I as beginning to think that Dylan had killed you. I wouldn’t have been upset over your death, only that I wasn’t the one to cause it.” He said, pacing back and forth in front of me, stroking the whip this his hand.“You wish, she handled you for years. You think that one session will really kill me?” I said, spitting at his feet.Alpha Simons face turned red with fury, he ordered the same woman to his my shirt over my head but to keep it visible. I heard the scuffle of her feet as she walked towards me, she looked me in the eye as she lifted my shirt, her eyes were full of sorrow. I shook my head at her, hoping that she understood that I did not blame her for any of this.Alpha Simon pushed her backward once my shirt was in the right position, he stroked my back with the whip, having it line up on the wounds that Beta than had cau
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