23 Hand Fed

The white shirt he wore was completely ruined the moment my face touched it.

My bright pink lipstick created a giant smudge across the seemingly flawless white shirt while the light foundation seemed almost brown once it touched down.

And I can only imagine what half of my face looks like now.

The adrenaline rush was definitely kicking in, making me feel rather light-headed.

I struggled to get out of his arms.

They were like strong vices that failed to let me go, gradually closing in around my body.

The more I struggled, the tighter his hold became, almost like the relentless Chinese finger trap.

"You will not be leaving, Emira," Eros calmly said. "It is too dangerous. Do you understand?"

The shiver that traveled the expanse of my body could not be helped when I heard the sound of my name leaving his lips with such emphasis.

That terrifyingly cold expression on his face coupled with that stern tone of voice startled me enough to clear the haze of pent up anger.

All of that fake bravado spilled out in torrents until I was trembling again like a leaf in the wind.

"I will not repeat myself." His arms tightened around my waist, holding me flush against his much taller and stronger form until my breasts were pressed flat against him.

I could definitely feel the flexing of his muscles, coiling and uncoiling like a snake ready to strike if I disagreed with him.

"Yes," I hoarsely whispered like a lamed animal, turning my gaze away from his enthralling eyes.

"Good." His body relaxed almost instantly at my admission, at my willing submission.

Somehow, I finally remembered that Alphas do not take "no" for an answer.

Anyone who dared to go against these Alphas wishes died faster than they could even breathe in their last breath.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when my stomach chose to make itself known with a horrendously rude growl of its own.

Eros frowned deeply and dragged my unresisting body back into the chair again.

I didn't have the confidence to refuse.

"Eat," he said after fluidly taking a seat across from me and handing me the fork.

I was no longer in the mood to eat, but I had to force myself to since his eyes were pointedly staring me down like there would be some sort of hidden punishment if I declined.

Just as I was about to pick up the knife to start cutting at my steak, he reached over and grabbed my plate, quickly replacing it with his own.

I paused momentarily, glancing down at the neatly cut bite-sized pieces before me with a rather dumbfounded expression on my face.

He was either really quick or I was really slow.

"Thank you," I muttered under my breath, taking a small bite of the steak.

I know how to be thankful and voice my gratitude even if it was towards the man who is keeping me captive.

The corner of his lips turned upwards and I duly noted that he only started eating once I had properly started on my meal, making sure that I was doing as I was told.

Truthfully, I have a feeling that this meal was going to be a once in a lifetime memory that I will never forget.

The next ten minutes drawled by.

I tried my best to eat but the awkwardness of the situation and his steady gaze made it very difficult to continue the meal.

The steak tasted good but the nervousness and anxiety wouldn't go away.

How can anyone eat with someone staring them down?

I gave up on trying to eat, ignoring the fact that I wasn't full.

With a purse of my lips, I slowly laid the fork down onto the plate and watched as a frown made way onto his lips.

"You need to eat more, Emira," he urged, although I felt some hidden emotion in his words that seemed more like an order than a suggestion.

My eyes narrowed.

"I'm full," I stubbornly replied as if I wasn't talking down to the Alpha of this pack.

You could say that my nerves were making me come off a little more arrogant and confident than I actually am.

And perhaps, I may regret this when I wake up tomorrow with an arm missing.