I Hate Him!

Aláine's Point of View

The following day I woke to the chinking sound of a plate being put down on the bedside table. With no door to the room, I felt vulnerable and not just from Viktor. There were other men here as well, and I couldn’t trust any of them. To add to my woes, I hadn't slept well at all.

"I am going to remove the cuffs off one of your hands. Remember not to struggle, or you will go hungry," said Viktor as he reached for my right hand.

Knowing I needed to eat, I acquiesced to his demands. Breakfast was lukewarm porridge with milk. Edible and filling, though not tasty as it wasn't sweetened. Still, it was better than nothing. I almost said thank you, but I didn't want to be polite. He didn't deserve any graciousness. Not even a thanks.

"Now, Anya, where are your manners?" Viktor asked.

What? His mate's name was Anya; I knew that much, but had he forgotten my name?

"Oh, Anya, I love you so much," he gushed.

"When you shift, we will be together again."