Sting of betrayal
The door creaked open, and Tala entered, disregarding my unspoken objection.
“I didn't invite you in,” I muttered.
“You don't need to. Here,” she offered, handing me pastries.
“I have no appetite,” I dismissed, anticipating trouble as she sighed deeply.
“Either you eat, or we engage in combat,” she threatened.
I wasn’t in a good mood for combat, so I reluctantly grabbed a pie, chewing without enjoying it, succumbing to Tala's insistence.
Though I led as Alpha, Tala assumed a maternal role, occasionally asserting herself. Grateful for her presence, even if she wielded threats. Two pies later, I acknowledged my limits, unable to consume more.
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