Chapter 82 A Father’s Crimes Part II

• My body was close enough, turning and walking to the king who kept his head down, slowly walking around the pole. My lips shook. I bit on them hard until blood sipped out, tasting its metallic force on my tongue. My chest moved as if horses racing inside. My hands about to collapse and be collateral.
• I did not know what to say, him going by what he was doing and ignoring me. I swallowed, pushing the tears back furiously to turn and walk away from the king when all I wanted was to hug him closer to me. All I wanted was to tell him he did not have to throw himself in all the pain he craved.
• It seemed Alpha Bush had picked his poison, a long and thick whip covered in nothing but silver. The front was thin and flexible, having me suck in a breath.