Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Eight

“You are fucking dying, you need to let go of your pride and eat something.”

I had the words in mind to respond, yet my throat was so sore, I couldn’t utter a single word. There was a slight fear in his eyes; he was scared I would go through with this.

I didn’t think Thane loved me, but I don’t think he wanted me dead either.

He attempted spoon–feeding me; I wouldn’t eat a single thing; I wouldn’t let him win. “You either eat or I will make you.” I had been about to ask how exactly would he ‘make me‘, “There ly would he ‘make me“, “There are these pipes that can be used to pass food directly into your body, and I would do that if I had to.”

“You have no right,” I say. My voice sounded so tiny.

“I am trying to keep you alive.”

“And I don’t care. You either let me go, or I’ll die here. I bet you would love to see that.”

“What do you want, Riley? I am ready to do any other thing, and I don’t care what it is; say it and it’s done; all you have to do is eat the damn food.”

“Anything?” I asked

had humiliated me and made me feel like nothing but a whore. He had used me in every sense of the world. There were so

need anything from

I stared at the food. The meal must have gotten a bit hard and dry, but…

worth

had expected to see Thane, but I was wrong; standing before me was a person I hadn’t seen

looked–ratty, dirty hair, stained clothes. I looked like crap, and I was almost ashamed to see him, ashamed to have him stare at

there was no disgust in his voice, only pure surprise. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He walked to me, and as filthy as I was, he drew me in

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in on Thane’s plan, but he never came for me either; he never cared to know if I was alright. They were

I noticed the redness

this must have been the closest