After we emptied our cups, we set them down, and our father said, "Enjoy," happily.
We all picked up our forks and began to eat. Although the pain in my lower abdomen hadn't completely vanished, that wasn't the reason I struggled to swallow the delicious food I had prepared. Everyone else filled their stomachs, but I couldn't eat well; I just had no appetite. Emett's usual odour was absent from the air this time. It seemed that today was one of the rare days he had bathed, but the thought of him touching me still made me feel disgusted.
Once everyone finished their meals, my father refilled their cups, and this time he poured some wine for me as well. The smell brought back bittersweet memories—specifically, the first night I spent in the Alpha's arms. I remembered that he had let me dr
