The Alpha's First Mate
I turn around and sat next to the food.
"Eat," the alpha again orders me, while he remains still within the same position.
I stare at the food, not wanting to. Deep down I felt consuming this meal. Rice, steam vegetables, and the strong scent of fry chicken. It will end up poisoning me. I didn't want to eat it at all. But, yet again, I had no choice to. If I didn't eat it the crazy alpha might attack me and go insane again probably killing me, so not eating this meal. I would be dead anyway.