Chapter 9

Mila’s POV

“Please eat.” He now says to me as he points to the table that he had laid the plate on when he had entered his office.

Wiping the tears from my eyes and my cheeks, I look over at the plate of food that he was pointing at, seeing it heaping with all sorts of breakfast meats and eggs, realizing that he had brought it for me, after what had happened in the dining room. I found myself confused by the gesture, as I wondered why he had been so kind to sweep me out of the dining room in my state of humiliation, to bring me to his office where he in the end brought me my breakfast so that I could eat in peace, without the eyes of his pack members judging me.

My eyes moved back to him standing in front of me, as I looked at him in a state of confusion, not understanding why he was being so kind to me at this moment. Was he playing his own game with me? Was he trying to butter me up, only to crush me even more than I had already been