Whipped by the Alpha After Sacrificing My Wolf Soul

Chapter 3: Alpha Killian’s Cold Judgment

The air seemed to freeze completely at that very moment.

The toxic, silver-thorned whip descended with a piercing, deadly whistle. Ella closed her eyes in utter despair, bracing her body for the inevitable agony of tearing flesh.

However, just when the jagged silver barbs were mere millimeters away from her bare back, a deep, authoritative shout suddenly ripped through the night sky.

"Stop."

It was Killian’s voice.

The executioner’s arm froze mid-air. The sharp gust of wind kicked up by the heavy whip scraped against Ella’s back, leaving a stinging, burning trail on her skin.

Ella leaned limply against the freezing iron post, panting heavily as she gasped for air. For a split second, a tiny, pathetic shred of hope rose from the ashes of her frozen heart.

Did he regret this?

Did he... suddenly remember a fragment of what happened three years ago?

In the end, he still couldn't bear to hurt her like this, right?

However, reality quickly transformed into a harsh, resounding slap that brutally shattered all her illusions.

Heavy footsteps approached step by step, each one sounding like a heavy stomp on Ella’s bleeding heart. Killian walked down from the high trial dais, radiating a suffocating, powerful Alpha pressure as he came to a halt right in front of her.

He extended his long, ice-cold fingers, brutally clamping his hand onto Ella’s chin and forcing her to lift her head to meet his gaze.

He squeezed so hard that Ella could hear the faint, sickening groan of her own jawbone.

"Ella, I will give you one last chance."

Killian looked down at her. Those dark-golden eyes, which used to gaze at her with gentle warmth in countless quiet nights, now held nothing but bone-chilling cruelty and deep, unresolvable disgust.

"Kneel down and kowtow to Chloe to admit your mistake. Confess to your filthy crimes of seducing vampires just to compete for attention and to stay by my side. As long as you beg Chloe for her forgiveness, I can spare you from these thirty lashes and simply exile you."

Listen to that. This was the man she had loved for her entire youth, the man she had saved by sacrificing half her life.

To protect his "white-moonlight," and to give that hypocritical thief an explanation, he didn't hesitate to pin the most shameful and degrading crime onto her soul in front of thousands of pack members.

"Killian, let it go..."

Right then, the clicking sound of heels shuffling against the gravel echoed. Chloe ran over, holding up her spotless, magnificent white dress, looking fragile and weak.

She reached out her soft arms and gently wrapped them around Killian’s muscular sleeve. Lifting her small face, which was overflowing with hypocritical tears, she choked out:

"Ella is already pitiful enough. Even though she stole my token and... and did those self-degrading things to serve vampires, I really don't want to see her die under the whip. She used to be my friend, after all. Just forgive her this once. I am willing to bear all the grievances."

On the surface, these words sounded like a plea for mercy. In reality, every single word was dipped in venom, acting like soft daggers that hammered Ella's "crimes" of theft and prostitution even deeper into the minds of the crowd.

Sure enough, hearing the soft words of the woman in his arms, Killian’s perennially icy face melted instantly.

Heartbroken, he pulled Chloe tightly into his embrace, his large hand gently stroking her long hair. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Chloe, you are just too kind. That’s why you keep getting bullied by this scheming woman.

She doesn't deserve your mercy."

But the moment he snapped his head back to look at Ella, that warmth vanished without a trace, replaced by a storm of savage fury and disgust.

"Speak, Ella! Are you deaf?!" Killian suddenly tightened his grip, causing blood to seep from Ella’s lips. "Kneel down and apologize to Chloe right now!"

The agonizing pain in her jaw caused Ella’s mind to go blank for a moment.

She was forced to tilt her head back, looking at the couple who seemed to be a match made in heaven. One was noble and righteous; the other was holy and kind. Meanwhile, she was like a piece of filthy rag, tossed under their feet to be trampled upon at will.

Suddenly, Ella laughed.

The laugh was incredibly quiet, echoing across the dead silent square, filled with endless mockery and total despair.

Deep within her consciousness, her sleeping golden wolf, Natalia, seemed to let out a weak, sorrowful whimper—a total surrender of hope regarding this blind man.

"Apologize?"

Ella stared straight into Killian’s furious dark-golden eyes. Her voice was raspy due to extreme weakness, but every single word came out crystal clear and heavy:

"Why should I apologize for something I never did? Killian, if you want to be an incurably blind fool, that’s your right. But asking me to kneel to this shameless thief, to this imposter? In your dreams."

"You call her a thief?!"

Killian was thoroughly enraged. His Alpha authority was being challenged and insulted like never before. This woman, even at this point, actually dared to look at him with such an arrogant, almost pitiful gaze!

With a violent swing of his arm, he slapped her face to the side, causing her head to slam heavily against the iron post.

Then, as if he had touched an extremely repulsive, filthy insect, Killian pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his fingers one by one with pure disgust before tossing the handkerchief onto the dirt like trash.

"Very well. Ella, you brought this on yourself. You have successfully wiped out the last shred of my mercy for you."

Killian took a step back, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a corpse. He turned his back to Ella and delivered his final, freezing command to the executioner:

"Execute the punishment. Show no mercy. Whip her hard."

Receiving the supreme death order, the executioner Garret let out a cruel, sinister grin beneath his leather hood. He lunged forward into a stance once more, swinging his burly arm with full force.

The whistling wind cut through the air again—

Crack!!

A heavy, crisp sound accompanied by the tearing of flesh.

The whip landed squarely and heavily on Ella’s defenseless, bare back.

"Ah—!!"

Pure agony, far surpassing the limits of human endurance, exploded like a volcano in an instant, completely engulfing Ella’s entire body.

The silver thorns mercilessly pierced her delicate skin, and as the whip yanked back, the barbs tore out several chunks of bloody flesh. But that wasn't the most terrifying part. The most fatal element was the liquid mercury infused into the whip.

The toxic mercury flowed through the open wounds, madly pouring into her bloodstream. At that moment, Ella felt as if her blood had turned into boiling lava, and within her bones, it felt like millions of flesh-eating poisonous ants were madly gnawing and drilling holes.

"Mgh...!"

Ella bit her lower lip fiercely, using so much force that she bit straight through it. Thick, metallic blood instantly flooded her entire mouth. Using every ounce of her remaining dignity, she forcefully swallowed the rest of her screams and cries back into her stomach.

She would not beg. She would absolutely never show a single shred of weakness in front of Killian and Chloe.

Cold sweat mixed with blood, continuously dripping down her slender spine, splashing onto the bluestone pavement like enchanting flowers of blood.

Killian... I must have been completely blind to have loved you back then.



All the suffering I endured for you three years ago, all the blood I shed... today, I’ll consider it thrown to the dogs.

Ella's consciousness began to blur gradually, and the firelight before her eyes started to spin. However, the wheel of destiny did not stop. Grinning wickedly, the executioner raised the silver-thorned whip, now dripping with her fresh blood, high into the air once more...