No, not a lucky wolf.

My legs quivered out of control.

I could no longer hold myself up. My body sagged, a rag doll to be abused for Alpha's pleasure. Tears streamed down my cheeks. With each kiss of the whip, my resolve to remain silent became more and more impossible, but I held on. Blood dripped freely from my mouth, where my canines had gnawed my lips to keep me from screaming.

My Wolf was crying out in my head, howling her pain, hurt and devastated. She didn't understand how her mate could ...