“I reluctantly open my mouth, and he feeds another spoonful, way too much. “Chew,” he demands, watching me. “Swallow.” He stares. “Good,” he nods with a slight smile. “Again.”
I do.
I eat everything that he feeds me, he doesn’t have to force it down my throat. I eat willingly. He gives me water in between bites. “I can't eat anymore, please stop,” I tell him.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I shake my head. Every bite has started to feel like it’ll make everything I ate come right up my throat again. “Alpha Killian, please. I’m full, I’m going to—” I gag.
“Okay.” He nods, putting the spoon back in the bowl with the leftover mashed potatoes, gravy and mini meatballs he kept trying to make me choke on. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Wasn’t bad?
I’m close to throwing up, not to mention h
