HANNAH
I woke up in the morning, sensing someone’s presence in my room. I jumped off the bed, stretching myself into the fighting position. Instincts. But it was just the poor Omega, placing another food tray on my table and sighing deeply as she noticed the untouched dinner from a day before.
I was on a hunger strike. I refused to eat anything the brute of the King sent to me. Maybe it was not the brightest idea to die out of starvation, but I haven’t come up with a better boycott solution so far. But I was certain that sooner or later, Shane would pull all his cards on the table, and I would finally learn what this all was about. At this stage, I was pretty sure he didn’t want me as his mate. He did not even seem to recognize me as such, the bond was obviously just one-sided.
He did
