The Alpha's Concubine
Glanford reminded the Alpha as he left, closing the door behind him.
"I'll tell Natasha to inform the cook to prepare something of your choice," the Alpha said, looking at me. "What do you want for supper?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said, staring at the wall before me.
"Bella," he called my name, instead of his usual name for me, concubine.
I turned to him.
"What meal do you want the cook to prepare for you?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter, Your Alpha," I answered bitterly, gazing into his eyes with nothing but utter hatred for him, for taking the love of my life and a child we may have had.