Helen’s POV
I stayed frozen but hopeful. I hadn’t been ordered back to our other house, and Justin hadn’t yelled at me for my outburst in public. After a moment, he turned around and rubbed both hands across his face, his head hanging. When he turned back, he stared straight at me and said, “I have a job for you, I guess.”
“You what?” I asked.
“I have a job for you,” he said more confidently.
All of a sudden, fear clawed its way into my throat. By job, did he mean that I was going to be banished back to a cell with the job of staying obedient? Was I going to be chained up again?
I ducked my head submissively. “Whatever you wish, Alpha,” I murmured through numb lips, trying to hold back whimpers at the idea of yet more punishment coming my way.
Justin growled, and tears filled my
