Astrid’s POV
I crawled away as far as the chains would allow me to move. For some unknown reason, I sensed the person seated on the bed was a man harboring no benevolent intentions toward me.
“What do you want?” I questioned, determined to maintain a resolute tone that concealed the fear coursing my heart.
But still, this man offered no response!
“You are such a coward, aren’t you? I understand if you don’t want to say anything,” I mocked him.
I felt the cold spoon touch my lips again and turned my head away.
“I’d rather die than eat,” I declared firmly.
He took a deep breath. My head spun, and I couldn’t recognize the voices properly.
“I won’t let you die,” he declared passionately.
“Alpha Salem?”
“Don’t be surprised. I thought you knew it was me,” he replied.
It was as if I was punched in the guts. He kidnapped me and had the audacity to ask me to eat.
“I should have known!” I cried out, tears welling up despite my efforts to conceal them.
“I have no intention of harming you.”
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