Eva

My eyes flashed with defiance as I stood up, my hunger and frustration boiling over.

"I said I'm not hungry!" I spat, my voice trembling with anger.

The servants exchanged nervous glances, but one of them stepped forward, her voice tentative. "Begging your pardon, miss, but Alpha Christopher specifically instructed us to bring you dinner. He said you hadn't eaten all day."

My gaze fell on the trays, the delicious aromas now taunting me. With a swift motion, I pushed the trays away, sending plates and glasses crashing to the floor.

The sound echoed through the room, and the servants gasped. "Miss, please!" one of them cried, rushing to...