Thorne's POV
The mushroom omelette was f*****g terrible.
Overcooked edges, way too much salt trying to hide the bitterness of whatever the hell she had thrown in there, and a rubbery texture that made me want to spit it out. The green juice? Worse. It tasted like punishment in a glass…too much kale, celery, and enough ginger to set my throat on fire. But I had eaten every single bite.
Every single eye had been watching me in that dining hall….the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Elara had tried to play a game. She thought a petty breakfast rebellion would crack my control and make me lose my temper in front of everyone.
She was wrong.
“Alpha…why did you eat that food?” Tyler asked, his eyebrows raised high. “You even emptied the glass. I thought you hated mushrooms.”
My ches
