Chapter 163


    Harper tormented J brutally that night.


    She called in two soldiers and had them hold J tight as sheshed J with a whip.


    Soon there was no good skin left on J’s body for Harper tond her whip on. The blood


    streamed down and painted the white carpet red.


    The pain was unbearable.


    Yet J bit on the cloth that clogged her mouth and stayed perfectly quiet the whole time.


    She would not give Harper the pleasure of hearing her groan out in pain.


    Eventually, it was Wendy who got scared and whispered into Harper’s ears, “My Queen, we might


    need to call it a night…Master Daran said that he didn’t want any permanent wounds…”


    Harper snorted, “It is just a couple ofshes, nothing permanent. Why? Do you find this bitch pitiful


    and want me to stop?”


    Her vicious tone sent a shiver down Wendy’s spine, and she stuttered, “No…of course not. She


    deserves every bit of this, my queen.


    “Of course, she deserves this. Let me tell you this: what I am putting her through right now doesn’t


    come close to what she did to me.”


    Harper moved her wrist and tossed the whip on the ground, “But my hands are getting sore. The


    King ising to have dinner with me tomorrow. I don’t want to look worn out. We will call it a night


    here.”


    Wendy let out a small sigh of relief.


    “Do you want us to take her somewhere else?” the guards asked, “The smell of blood is quite


    unpleasant ”


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    “No, I want her in my room. The blood smell reminds me of my victory. It will help me to get a good


    night’s sleep,” Harper smiled.


    The guards bowed and exited the room.


    Jy on the cold floor with her eyes closed and her whole body drained in blood and cold


    sweat. Every inch of skin was in prickling pain.


    If Harper thought she could defeat her through some physical pains, then she was wrong.


    Anything that didn’t kill her made her stronger instead.


    Her mind was sharper than ever.


    She would never forget that it was Harper who held the whip andshed her today.


    And even more importantly, it was Daran who caused her into this situation.


    J fell asleep on the carpet by Harper’s bedside–or maybe she passed out due to heavy blood


    loss.


    She woke up the next morning feeling somebody fumble with something on her neck


    She opened her eyes and found Wendy crouched down in front of her.


    Noticing that J had woken up, Wendy jumped back in panic as though she was afraid that J


    might bite her.


    “Good morning, sleepy bird.”


    Harper was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in her hands, smiling briskly at J, “Did you


    have a good sleepst night?”


    J eyed her coldly in silence.


    Harper giggled, “I for one slept soundlyst night, knowing that you were curled up beside my


    bedside like an injured fucking dog…Oh, did you find my present for you?”


    J touched her neck and felt something cold like steel against her skin.


    “…A cor?” she asked in a hoarse voice.


    The smile on Harper’s lips grew wider as she replied, “Not just any cor, my dear. A very high–


    techy cor with a microbomb imnted in it. Wendy, why don’t you loosen her up and let her take


    a look at that in the mirror?”


    Wendy carefully approached J and untied those ropes that bound her hands and feet.


    J held onto the bedpost and slowly pulled herself up. That small movement caused a sharp


    pain to shoot through her body and she immediately wanted to crush


    back to the floor.


    Yet J strengthened her back anyway, knowing that Harper was watching her.


    She would not look weak.


    She moved to the mirror on the dresser and looked at her own reflection.


    On her blood–stained neck, there was a silver–made choker with a locket attached to


    1. it.


    She tried to open the locket, but it stayed shut.


    “Don’t try opening it up,” Harper grimaced behind her back. “Unless you want to Trigger the


    microbomb.”


    J turned to look at her, “Why?”


    “Well, I figure that it will be less fun if I just lock you to my bedside andsh


    you like


    a dog. That is not very creative. With this sweet thing on your neck, you can move around, and I


    can trust you to behave. Everybody wins.”


    Harper leaned back on the couch and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and don’t try


    removing it forcefully. It won’t work.”


    “…How do I know that you are not bluffing?” J hissed.


    The choker looked perfectly normal to her.


    “Oh, do you want to have a try?”


    Harper pulled out a remote from her pocket and shed it at J, “I know that you have a strong


    wolf…But no wolf can heal you when you are a pond of blood and scraps of meat.”


    J stood stiffly on her spot.


    After a long pause, she said, “…Fine. What do you want?”


    “Great!”


    Harper pped her hands together and beamed, “Come over here. There is something that I want


    to do with you.”


    J slowly walked up to her.


    Harper had Wendy bring something from the closet and set it on the table.


    A nail polish kit.


    “I thought we could have our nails done,” Harper smiled sweetly. “We never got to do this kind of


    sister stuff back at Riverside Pack, didn’t we? Now it is time to make up for it.”


    A manicure?


    That was it?


    Something told J that this was not as easy as it seemed.


    “Hurry. I will let you do mine first.” Harper urged, “I want egg–shell white with some silver glitters.”


    She gave her hands to J.


    After a little hesitation, J took her hands and started working with her nails.


    She first clipped Harper’s nails and filed them to an oval shape. Then she started applying the base


    coat before the nail polish.


    She wanted to shove that nail clipper into Harper’s eyeballs or maybe clip Harper’s fingers off.


    But the guards were standing right behind the couch, and she was too severely injured to fight


    them.


    Plus, the choker on her neck was literally a ticking bomb.


    30 minutester, J was done with Harper’s nails.


    Harper lifted her hands up and admired J’s work under the sunlight.


    “A little rough, but fine considering that this is your first time


    Harper sighed, “You know, back at Riverside Park when we were both children, mom and I used to


    talk about what you should do with your life in the future Apparently, no man would love and ask to


    marry you. And we didn’t want you to be an old virgin living under our roof when you were to sol


    suggested that you should


    be trained for certain skills manicure was on our list


    J ignored her mumblings and went to collect those nail polish tools,


    Harper’s tone suddenly became sullen and grim:


    “And then Daran found you as his mate. Well, aren’t you a lucky little bitch? If it weren’t for your


    mate bond with an Alpha, you would be rotting in some filthy gutter right now struggling to have your


    stomach fed ”


    J raised her head up and interrupted Harper, “Do you need me for anything elser


    Harper froze.


    Then gradually, a creepy smile appeared on her lips.


    “Yes, I haven’t done your nails yet,” she said sweetly. “Now give me your hand, J.”


    There was no escape from this.


    J pressed her lips into a thin line and slowly reached her hand to Harper.


    Harper took J’s hand and held it tightly.


    She didn’t reach for any clippers, files, or brushes, but instead pulled out a bamboo splinter.


    J held her breath.


    Her hand flinched involuntarily in Harper’s grip.


    “Anything wrong?” Harper asked, shing those innocent eyes.


    J’s heart was racing in her chest.


    She swallowed and answered in a dry voice, “…No.”


    “Well good.” Harper smiled, “Because I figured, there is no better nail polish…than your own


    blood.”


    She clenched J’s hand and shoved the bamboo splinter right under J’s thumbnail!