THIRD PERSON'S POV
"What?" she asked.
"We're saying that you refrain from telling us how to trear you. We are, after all, your betrothed. We will put you in your place and that place is being our woman. Our lady." Rock grinned at her.
"Now, eat up," added Woodrow.
Elma didn't dare to move. She was scared. Despite their grinning faces, she knew these two are ready to throw threats should she disobey. They think of her as their mate, they would never let her get away. That's she has to smart. If she wants to survive, she has to put her head under the water.
She was afraid of them, there is no denying in that. They are wolves. Not just ordinary weal wolves but strong, intimidating ones. They can easily skin her and teat her apart like wet paper.
So she sat honestly on his hard as a roc
