Althea’s mouth dropped open, stunned. ‘Did he really just say that so casually?’ His expression didn’t even twitch, as though the double meaning behind his words wasn’t scandalous at all.
Her face flamed hotter, her thoughts scattering. ‘This beast… is he teasing me? Or does he truly mean it that way?!’
Before she could even argue, Gavriel pressed a piece of meat to her lips and stuffed it into her mouth. Althea had no choice but to chew, and the moment the flavor hit her tongue, she realized just how hungry she was. Starvation easily won over pride, so she stopped debating altogether and quietly let the Alpha King feed her.
In truth, she found herself… almost enjoying it. Being cared for, even in this strange way, felt nice. But she quickly reminded herself of who she was dealing with.
