VALERIE'S POV★Every shard of lukewarm steaming meat I forced down felt like a betrayal.Tasted Betrayal. Tasted Sufferings.I kept filling myself with water to, at least, lessen my anxiety but each forced sip of water mocked my thirst for freedom. I was damned. I was dying mentally.Across the rough-hewn table, Lord Egnar, the Alphas' oily uncle, beamed like a wolf eyeing a wounded deer watching me like a predator. Well, he was.He hovered over me like a vulture, his words slick with dark dark intent, "Eat, my wife. My strong wife…and a strong wife needs food."Hearing his voice alone kept irritating me."Wife?" I spat the word out, disgust churning in my stomach. "I will never be your wife."He looked at me so coldly that I almost choked on the meat and took another sip of water. I wouldn't want to object or say anything. I didn't want to experience that pain again. I shouldn't have said anything.He chuckled a more cold and humorless sound. "Oh, you will be. And soon, you'll under
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