The office door opened again as Benjamin stepped back in, holding what looked like a riding crop.
The sleek black leather looked almost elegant. But it was hard to forget what it was really for.
He walked over and handed it to Alpha Walton.
His expression was calm, but the way he offered it made the room feel colder.
"I think this will get the message across better than your hand," he said without emotion.
Alpha Walton hesitated. His fingers twitched before he finally took the crop.
He glanced between Kaius and Austin, looking for mercy, for any sign this could end now.
But neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke.
There was no escape from this.
Alpha Walton turned toward Linda.
He looked as if he wanted to disappear. But fear kept him moving.
"Father
