Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 129 If You Lie, I’ll Whip You

"My name is Gina Fox," the woman answered truthfully. "My father is Alpha Robert. He’s wealthy and loves me very much. If you could just take me home..."

"Shut up. If you mention the word ’home’ again, I’ll whip you," Dyson warned her. "If your answers are valuable to me, I’ll consider your request. Do you understand?"

The woman nodded.

"The woman who took your place, is her name Emily?" Dyson asked.

"Yes, that’s her," the woman replied eagerly. "Do you know her too?"

Dyson sneered. "Of course, I know her."

"She took everything from me. I hate her," the woman gritted her teeth.

"Good. It seems we share a common hatred," Dyson stared at the woman. "But that’s not enough for me to let you go."

The woman thought for a moment and said, "If I tell you Emily’s secret, will you let me go?"

"It depends on what kind of secret it is," Dyson said, rubbing the woman’s nipples with the whip. "Unless the secret is intriguing enough for me."

The woman hesitated for a moment before telling Dyson, "Emily can’t be a princess without a wolf. She doesn’t have one." Dyson was momentarily stunned. No wonder Klaus had to cross the penalty area to assist Emily during the hunting game. It turned out she didn’t have any wolves.

And a woman without a wolf wasn’t suitable to be a princess. The king would have surely died of rage if he’d known the truth.

Perhaps the king would revoke Emily’s title as princess, and he definitely wouldn’t allow a woman who wasn’t a wolf to be with his son. If Klaus had argued with the king about this, perhaps the king would have deposed Klaus as prince, like before.

That would make Dyson the sole heir to the throne.

Dyson chuckled but wasn’t sure if what the woman said was true. "I’ll look into what you’ve said," Dyson told the woman. "If you lie to me, I’m going to make your life miserable."

"What if I’m telling the truth?" The woman whispered, "Will you send me home?"

"Maybe," Dyson said with a fierce look. "But right now, I just want to fuck you."

Stupid woman, how could she have been so naive to believe his promises?

"Get on your knees, turn around, and spread your ass," Dyson commanded.

The woman obediently did as she was told, and the next second, she thrust her ass out as Dyson unbuckled his belt and inserted his erect cock directly into the woman’s ass.

The woman screamed in pain, "Don’t go in there."

"Shut up," Dyson hissed, whipping the woman’s body. As he slammed into her, he muttered, "Oh, your asshole is so fucking pretty."

Gina wept, and no matter how much she pleaded, Dyson ignored her. He sexually assaulted her until she fell unconscious.

Late in the evening, Dyson glanced at the unconscious woman on the bed, a grim smile on his lips. This woman was truly different from the ones he had played with before. Not only did he love the smell of her, but he loved to hear her cry out in pain.

But what he loved most about her was still her ass.

Dyson closed the door and walked to the living room, then called the nightclub’s manager. Now he needed to figure out where the woman really came from, including whether what she had just told him was true.

Shortly after, the manager of the nightclub entered the room. Dyson lounged on a couch, sipping wine while listening to the nightclub manager’s report about Gina.

"She was sold here," the bald nightclub manager said truthfully. "We bought her from someone who specializes in the slave trade. They say they found her on the southern border, and that she was a troublemaker who had been deported."

Dyson knew about the group of men who specialized in the slave trade, with their secretive operations in various countries. Whenever they captured a slave, they sold them at a high price to underground nightclubs like this one, where the club manager usually selected beautiful and alluring slaves for auction, and Gina was one of them.

The nightclub manager’s knowledge was limited, and Dyson needed to delve deeper into Gina’s background if he wanted to know more.

"I see, get out," Dyson said to the nightclub manager.

After the manager left, Dyson sent Gina’s photo to his assistant, instructing him to investigate Gina’s background. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

An hour later, Dyson received a personal message from his assistant on his phone about Gina. Gina wasn’t lying; she was Emily’s sister. Her mother had been sentenced to death for the murder of Emily’s mother.

No wonder she hated Emily so much.

But Dyson was skeptical of Gina’s claim that Emily had usurped her position as Northland’s princess.

According to the royal proclamation of the South, the truth was that Gina’s mother had forced Emily to marry in the North instead of Gina, and Gina had been deported as a result. Their relationship was far more intricate than Gina had let on.

Dyson put down his mobile phone and drained the brandy in his glass. He recalled that Gina had told him the secret about Emily, and it seemed she was telling the truth.

Klaus’s weakness was Emily, and Emily’s weakness was that she had no wolves. Dyson sneered, knowing that Klaus must have thought he was about to uncover Emily’s secret.

At that moment, he heard a faint noise in the room and got up to investigate. When he pushed the door open, he saw the woman, who had been lying on the bed, struggling to sit up, her eyes vacant, as if searching for something.

"Do you want to drink water?" Dyson asked.

The woman flinched at the sound of his voice; she looked at him timidly, then nodded.

"Come out," Dyson said.

He poured a glass of iced water and gestured for the woman to sit on his knee. When she knelt down, he said to her, "Open your mouth."

The woman opened her mouth obediently, and Dyson slowly poured the ice water into it. When she finished drinking the glass of water, she said to Dyson in a hoarse voice, "Will you send me home?"

Dyson frowned. "Let me make this clear. Number one, you must call me master from now on. Number two, you are a slave I have purchased, and I have the right to do with you as I please. You have no right to make demands of me. And number three, if you don’t obey me, I will whip you. Do you understand?"

"But you said you’d take me home," Gina cried. "I already told you Emily’s secret, why don’t you keep your promise?"

Dyson glanced at the scars on Gina’s body, the red marks on her snow-white skin that were somehow alluring. "Because I haven’t grown tired of you yet," Dyson said ruthlessly. "I like you, so I’ve decided to keep you by my side."

"I want to go home, please send me home," Gina pleaded, her face streaked with tears.

"I don’t want to hear you mention the word ’home’ to me again," Dyson said, his face darkening. He grabbed Gina by the hair and slammed her against the table.

"Forgive me, master," Gina screamed as bright red blood trickled from her forehead.

Dyson pulled Gina closer to him. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from her forehead, whispering in her ear, "You still need to be trained. Now, let’s move on to the second round of the game."

Ignoring Gina’s cries, Dyson dragged her back into the room. Soon, the room was filled once again with the cries of a woman in pain and the sound of relentless lashes.