Chapter 35

The alpha threw a mocking salute to Rafe and sauntered out.

After being frozen in disbelief through the entire encounter, Rafe found movement again upon hearing the click of the lock engaging. He hauled himself out of the chair and stumbled to the bathroom. Sinking to the floor in front of the toilet, he opened the lid and retched again and again, imagining his body was trying to rid itself of the horrors of the day. He hadn’t been given any food, so all he brought up was bile and the water he’d drunk.

At last his stomach quieted, and he collapsed against the tub. Tears threatened to overflow as he relived what had just happened.

Was this going to be his life from now on? A sex slave and breeder to a Neanderthal? Why hadn’t he played nice with the young alpha? Rafe could have handled the neophyte or, at least, made him listen to reason.