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

just so I could stay with him. He had humiliated me and made me feel like nothing but a whore. He had used

need anything from

following day I stared at the food. The meal must have gotten a bit hard and dry, but… as hungry as I was, that looked so appealing and satisfying, I stared

he worth

then the door was unlocked once more. I had expected to see Thane, but I was wrong; standing

couldn’t help but imagine how I looked–ratty, dirty hair, stained clothes. I looked like crap, and I was almost ashamed to see him, ashamed to

surprise. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He walked to me, and as filthy as I was, he drew me in for a hug; his hold

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in on Thane’s plan, but he

I noticed the redness in

have been the closest I had gotten to that.