Breakfast the next morning was a painful affair wherein their Luna was trying desperately to fill the void with blabber of any kind. Her topics of conversation ranged from the weather to the treaty that would deliver soon-to-be eighteen-year-old Shiloh to the Red Dawn Pack, then back to some talk of her favorite soap opera. The Alpha first tried to shush her, but when that failed, he seemed to seethe in silence while Amara chirped, chirped, chirped.
When Rain finally gave up the idea of eating a single bite of her bagel, she shoved the plate aside and sighed into her glass of water. Her stomach growled but she wasn't going to touch a bite; her heart was too broken for feasting. She was only partially listening to her Luna blathering, while the remainder of her thoughts centered around her mate. Where was he right now? What was he doing?
Finally reaching his snapping point, the Alpha let loose a growl that was fully animal. He lunged from his seat at the kitchen's massive island, and shoved Rain's discarded plate back beneath her. "You will eat," he directed her through gritted teeth. "If I have to force your jaws open to feed you, I will."
Amara came up for air at that moment and glanced at her mate. "Chill out, Chris, she'll eat when she's hungry. My god! Don't make everything such a huge fiasco."
The Alpha spun on his Luna then, and a deep growl began to reverberate inside his chest. "You! Go back to bed and if I see you out of that room again, I will chain you to the fucking bed, put a key-lock on the door and I won't allow you to show your face until that pup is born. Do I make myself clear?"
Amara looked stung, but she nodded her head. "Yes, Alpha."
When the Luna had disappeared from the room, the Alpha turned his focus back to Rain. "I know what you're trying to do here, and it won't work, little wolf."
Rain shoved the plate back towards him, not at all in the mood to have him lording over her and controlling her every move. If he wanted to force her jaws open and cram food down her gullet, let him. She had absolutely no desire to eat breakfast today, and the more he demanded, the less she felt the need to revive her appetite.
Seeing her crossed arms and her aggravated expression, the Alpha stood and prowled behind her stool, using his long arms to cage her and trap her against the countertop. "Let me make something very clear to you, my little she-wolf. You are carrying my pup inside you, and there will be no starving yourself or doing anything to yourself that will harm that pup in any way. If I find out that you are doing so, there is a nice little cage in the basement that will fit your beautiful body perfectly. Do I make myself clear?"
"No, Alpha," Rain dared to retort in a sour tone. "I don't really give a fuck what you want, Alpha, nor will I be another of your submissive little she-wolves that bow their heads and lick your boots."
His evil grin nearly split his handsome face as he grabbed her by the scalp and began to drag her towards the basement door. "We'll see about that, little bitch!"
And that was how Rain found herself stuffed into a cage that had been treated with silver, making it impossible for her to move off the pathetic scrap of blanket that had been tossed inside with her. If she kept herself curled into a fetal position, she could lie inside without touching the bars and harming herself, but the second she moved, she was in pain.
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Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
