Melody's POV
"I'm starving," I grumbled, my throat sore and infused with fatigue.Without a word, Alpha Don gave me some of the wild fruits he had foraged. I hesitated, looking at them warily. The hues were brilliant, some brilliant too, and my stomach knotted in uncertainty. They might be poisonous, as far as I knew. But hunger was eating away at me, more painful than fear, so I took a tentative bite.I genuinely had to get out of there.My skin was sticky with sweat and grime, my clothes stuck awkwardly to my skin, and standing over a half-naked man—even if the man was undoubtedly handsome—did not do it for me. Rather, it made me more apprehensive. I was not the type of woman who melted in the presence of a broad chest and abs of steel. Particularly not when the man was Don Carter—a mercil
