face.
The scent of our lovemaking hung thick in the air. Samuel walked in and sighed.
“I see you found a way to keep busy while I was gone.”
I swirled my tongue around one of Brenna’s cherry tipped nipples. “Aye. Thought it best to see to her, in case Siebold demands retribution, and the pack backs him.” I nodded to Brenna’s red arse.
“I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.” Samuel seated himself on the dais, stroking one of Brenna’s smooth legs as he spoke. “Siebold is furious. He wants to make a public example.”
I lifted my head. “That’s not for him to decide. She is ours. We discipline her where we please.”
“If Brenna did what Siebold claims she did, I think it’s a good idea.
I snarled. Brenna jerked awake, and I laid a hand on her cheek, pressing her to my chest until her eyes fluttered closed again.
“What happened in the hallway?” Samuel asked. “Show me.”
I sent the impression of my memories through our shared link.
Samuel groaned when he realized how Brenna had challenged the bigger warrior. “I’d hoped Siebold was lying.”
“What was Siebold doing in our part of the cave?”
“He came to give news of the patrol. He heard splashing and thought I was there.”
I huffed my disbelief. “He was lurking, trying to start a fight.”
“Even if he was, Brenna made it worse by her actions.”
“She was defending me.”
“Aye, and you can defend yourself. If she’d backed down, you’d have gotten between her and Siebold, called for me or shifted to order him to leave. And that would be the end of it. Right now he’s telling the whole pack how the woman challenged him.”
“He wants the pack to agree with him, and force our hand. He wants her punished publicly, like one of the pack.” I shook my head in disgust at the bully’s actions.
“And she should be. If a female wolf behaved as she did, you’d drag her to the bonfire and spank her in front of everyone. And then continue the lesson in private.”
“Brenna isnae a wolf.”
“No, but we want her to take her place in the pack. She’s either ours, or not.”
I paused for a moment to listen to my wolf, but it remained silent. Challenges and fights for rivalry were how a wolf found its place in the pack. Formal punishment was the way the pack protected the weak from the stronger, a way of limiting the plays for dominance that could so easily leave wolves crippled. A pack member who was so obviously weaker—like Brenna—could submit to public punishment as a way to placate the need for a show of submission.
As long as the lesson did no lasting damage to our beloved, the wolf wouldn’t protest. The pack would, though, if we didn’t make an example of her for challenging Siebold. If we refused, they might demand that Siebold be the one to beat her.
My wolf growled at that. No one touches our mate but us.
Not our mate, I reminded the wolf. Brenna shifted in my arms and I forgot my argument. Liquid brown eyes held mine. I had a feeling she’d been faking sleep all this time, to have us speak plainly.
Tipping her back, I held her gaze. “Do ye ken what ye did to Siebold, and why ye must answer for it?”
She gulped and nodded.
“I appreciate ye trying to defend me, lass, but ye could’ve been killed, standing yer ground with a wolf like that. You’re only dominant if you’re strong enough to back it. If Siebold had gotten ye alone--”
I clasped her closer, shuddering at what the sadistic warrior would do to prove his dominance. “A public punishment may be for the best.”
Samuel leaned closer and caught Brenna’s chin. “You will be punished, and then it is over. The pack will see you submit to us, and to the pack structure. It will help them accept you.”
Flushing, Brenna looked down.
“Ye live with us, ye lives by our rules. The sooner ye learn, the easier life will be.”
*
The day of Brenna’s punishment dawned with me between her legs, teasing her plump folds until their
The scent of our lovemaking hung thick in the air. Samuel walked in and sighed.
“I see you found a way to keep busy while I was gone.”
I swirled my tongue around one of Brenna’s cherry tipped nipples. “Aye. Thought it best to see to her, in case Siebold demands retribution, and the pack backs him.” I nodded to Brenna’s red arse.
“I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.” Samuel seated himself on the dais, stroking one of Brenna’s smooth legs as he spoke. “Siebold is furious. He wants to make a public example.”
I lifted my head. “That’s not for him to decide. She is ours. We discipline her where we please.”
“If Brenna did what Siebold claims she did, I think it’s a good idea.
I snarled. Brenna jerked awake, and I laid a hand on her cheek, pressing her to my chest until her eyes fluttered closed again.
“What happened in the hallway?” Samuel asked. “Show me.”
I sent the impression of my memories through our shared link.
Samuel groaned when he realized how Brenna had challenged the bigger warrior. “I’d hoped Siebold was lying.”
“What was Siebold doing in our part of the cave?”
“He came to give news of the patrol. He heard splashing and thought I was there.”
I huffed my disbelief. “He was lurking, trying to start a fight.”
“Even if he was, Brenna made it worse by her actions.”
“She was defending me.”
“Aye, and you can defend yourself. If she’d backed down, you’d have gotten between her and Siebold, called for me or shifted to order him to leave. And that would be the end of it. Right now he’s telling the whole pack how the woman challenged him.”
“He wants the pack to agree with him, and force our hand. He wants her punished publicly, like one of the pack.” I shook my head in disgust at the bully’s actions.
“And she should be. If a female wolf behaved as she did, you’d drag her to the bonfire and spank her in front of everyone. And then continue the lesson in private.”
“Brenna isnae a wolf.”
“No, but we want her to take her place in the pack. She’s either ours, or not.”
I paused for a moment to listen to my wolf, but it remained silent. Challenges and fights for rivalry were how a wolf found its place in the pack. Formal punishment was the way the pack protected the weak from the stronger, a way of limiting the plays for dominance that could so easily leave wolves crippled. A pack member who was so obviously weaker—like Brenna—could submit to public punishment as a way to placate the need for a show of submission.
As long as the lesson did no lasting damage to our beloved, the wolf wouldn’t protest. The pack would, though, if we didn’t make an example of her for challenging Siebold. If we refused, they might demand that Siebold be the one to beat her.
My wolf growled at that. No one touches our mate but us.
Not our mate, I reminded the wolf. Brenna shifted in my arms and I forgot my argument. Liquid brown eyes held mine. I had a feeling she’d been faking sleep all this time, to have us speak plainly.
Tipping her back, I held her gaze. “Do ye ken what ye did to Siebold, and why ye must answer for it?”
She gulped and nodded.
“I appreciate ye trying to defend me, lass, but ye could’ve been killed, standing yer ground with a wolf like that. You’re only dominant if you’re strong enough to back it. If Siebold had gotten ye alone--”
I clasped her closer, shuddering at what the sadistic warrior would do to prove his dominance. “A public punishment may be for the best.”
Samuel leaned closer and caught Brenna’s chin. “You will be punished, and then it is over. The pack will see you submit to us, and to the pack structure. It will help them accept you.”
Flushing, Brenna looked down.
“Ye live with us, ye lives by our rules. The sooner ye learn, the easier life will be.”
*
The day of Brenna’s punishment dawned with me between her legs, teasing her plump folds until their
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