Celia
Celia sat up in the bed, awkwardly trying to eat everything on her plate. The problem wasn't so much the food itself, but the amount of it. She didn't need food. What she needed was sitting in Tristan's pocket. In exasperation, Celia set down her fork on her plate and laid her hands by her side, looking up at Tristan for help.
"Do I really have to eat all of this?"
"Alpha's orders, Luna." Tristan replied coldly. Celia rolled her eyes.
"I can't eat all this." She insisted. "I need something else. I need what you have. What you were given to give to me." Tristan gave a dark chuckle.
"You're not getting this, Luna." Celia didn't like the confrontation at all and she tried to move to get out of bed, but Tristan was by her side instantly, sitting on the bed next to her. Jackson f
