Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Seven

A healer tended to my wounds in the dungeons; Thane had offered that I stay in the available guests room since we both knew I wouldn’t be agreeing on returning back to the room we once shared, but I didn’t need his generosity; if he thought I couldn’t handle the cold floors of the dungeons, then he was indeed mistaken.

I didn’t like how the healer kept staring at me. I am sure Thane had informed her not to tell anyone about this, but still her gaze was unnerving.

“I think that would be all,” she said after the last stitch. “Is there anything else you need?”

“No, you may leave,” I said to her, and she rose to her feet and offered a bow before walking

away.

A few hours passed, and Thane entered with a tray of food. He set it before me, but my gaze remained fixed on the wall, ignoring him entirely

“You’ve lost a lot of blood; you need to eat Riley, please,” he says softly.

My eyes never left the wall, and finally he left, giving me some space to think about my escape. Yes, I needed strength if was going to escape this place, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything from this pack. Call me foolish, but I’d rather starve.

I smashed the cockroach scurrying away with the bottom of my boot.

I rose, venturing into the darker inner parts of the room where I had spotted a tattered blanket. I used that as coverage. Though laying on the floor was more than uncomfortable, I managed to drift into a dreamless sleep.

from the night, but

of food; where did he actually expect me to put all

His

to the untouched food and then to me lying on the

stay in a

anything from

“Don’t be stubborn…”

not force me, not

and that was picking

your food.” he stated.

1/2

could be poisoned for all

didn’t make sense. Again he inhaled,

He took a bite of chicken broth and a spoon full of brown rice. “Satisfied?” he asked, but I gave no answer, looking away from

the food.

tasty, but I didn’t

it if you were spoon–fed?”