Alpha King Darius
The food’s aroma was unbearable, and my hunger screamed louder.
I couldn't hold back anymore, so I fell to my knees and sank to the floor beside his chair.
I hated myself for it, but I was hungry and wanted to stay alive even if it meant dealing with a bastard like Darius.
Darius tore a piece of the steak with his hand. The meat was so tender that it slipped off easily. He placed it in his mouth, slowly chewing it.
My mouth watered again, and I swallowed, staring intently at him.
He calmly looked at me, mischief flashing in his gaze. “If you want food,” he murmured, “Then you have to beg for it.”