He sat across from me, quietly enjoying his meal. I hadn't touched the food prepared, even though it looked incredibly tempting.

"Aren't you hungry?" Dathan asked casually.

"None of your business."

"It isn't, but you'll be hungry later and might get sick."

"I'm a werewolf."

"Werewolves can live a hundred, even two hundred years, and they still need to eat and drink." His blue eyes locked with mine. "You won't last that long if you don't eat."

"What do you want?" I glare at him.

"Eat, my queen."

"You can't make me."

He wipes his lips with a napkin and sets it on the table. "I only ask you to...