All Chapters of The Alpha's Sentence: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

I wake in his bed again.I know it immediately, without opening my eyes or moving. The weight of his furs. The heat of his chest at my back. The slow brush of his breath against the crown of my head.God damn it.Yesterday, I managed to avoid him. Mostly.I caught enough fish to trade for a loaf of bread and two bowls of soup from a stall near the south wall. I almost cried over that bread.I think I did, actually.The woman didn’t comment. Just wrapped it and slid it across the counter like she’d seen worse reactions over worse things.After dinner, I didn’t linger.I bolted for the shower, stood under the bioluminescent glow until my muscles finally unlocked, then climbed straight into bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.That part doesn’t surprise me.Waking up here does.I keep my eyes closed, counting breaths that aren’t mine. His chest rises and falls behind me, steady and unbothered. His arm isn’t around me. He isn’t holding me.He doesn’t have to.My body is already pressed b

He growls as I collapse forward, boneless and trembling beneath him. His deep brown eyes are locked on me like he’s been wandering in the desert, and I’m an oasis.He’s not done. Not even close. I knew he wouldn’t be. Not after my heat. Not after learning that his heat was made for a pack, not a person. Still, some part of me expected him to pause. To need a break. Something human.But no. He is not human.I swear to god, his cock doesn’t even soften. He comes. I feel it when he pulses inside of me. I feel it spilling out over my thighs every time he thrusts, but he does not go soft. Not even for a second.One hand fists in my hair, the other wraps around my waist, and in a single fluid motion he hauls me up and over. Onto my back. Sprawled beneath him, thighs still shaking, chest heaving.“Look at me,” he rasps.I can’t. I’m not sure I’d want to look into that depraved gaze right now, even if I could.He grabs my jaw and forces my gaze to his. His pupils are blown wide, eyes dark and

He let me rest for two full days before I was forced to get back out and “earn my food.”Fucking ridiculous.Two days is the grace period for surviving an alpha’s heat, apparently.It was such a big deal until I actually did it.For two whole days, he fed me real food. Beef and beans the first night. Fish with rice, on the second. Both days I got breakfast. Actual breakfast. Not “go catch it yourself” breakfast.Warm. Seasoned. Plated.Like I was something worth stabilizing.It almost felt like mercy.That was the dangerous part. Because it wasn’t mercy.Now that I proved I could do it, I stopped being something to save and became something to maintain.You don’t pour gasoline into something you’re done using.You stabilize it. You keep it functional. You feed it food while it recovers.You assess the damage, let it rest for a while, and then you put it back to work.On the third morning, like some prophetic nightmare, he walks into the room and tosses a folded bundle onto the bed bes