Salome’s POV
"Eat up. This is going to make you recover faster," Jeremiah said.
He didn't wait for a response before he slid his own bowl toward me. I looked at the steam rising from the soup, then back at him. My face felt hot. It was hard enough being the centre of attention without him acting like my caretaker.
"No, Alpha. Thank you, but I really can't eat another bite," I said.
"It will help your leg," he replied.
His tone was flat, leaving no room for an argument. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command wrapped in a gesture of kindness.
Across the table, Arthur let out a low whistle. He was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. "You know, in a lot of places, sharing food is basically a confession of love."
I breathed in wrong and started coughing. I reached for my water, tr
