CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Edward's POV I could not believe that I had let myself go like that! Forget the fact that a lot of the members of the pack were killed or fatally injured, my pride had been wounded by all that had happened. In a fit of pleasure, I had left the borders unguarded and let my personal guard down, because of the entertainment I derived from punishing that brat slave girl known as Rachelle. That slave girl was useless, she could not even shift into wolf form, and she never did her duties properly. Each slaves were given their regular, and very much deserved dose of punishment once in a short while, for them to remember their places and who it was they belonged to. And every slave ended up submissive and reduced to nothing but a crying worshipping mess every time. Every puny slave except Rachelle. Yes, she did cry and mumble out words due to pain, but somehow she did that with her head held high. It was as if her body was battered and bruised, but her spirit was still holding up strong li