Rowena Bennett Feeding Aversion Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why on earth would he be eating dog food? Rowena was stunned. "Wasn't it you who cut his daily allowance to five dollars?" Jenny clutched her head as she broke down. "I just said I wouldn't give him any more money. He's able-bodied, couldn't he go out and get a job? "He's always so sharp-tongued whenever he argues with me. Why would he be so obedient this time? How could he possibly swallow dog food for seven years?" Tears began sliding down Jenny's face involuntarily as she spoke, streaking across her cheeks.

She carefully pushed something farther underneath before lowering the bedding again. Food. She was hiding food. Not stealing it. Not wasting it. Hiding it. His chest tightened. He had seen that before. Years ago. Among rescued prisoners returning from rogue camps. Not once... Never once... Had he imagined seeing the same behavior inside Blackwolf Manor. Rowena finished hiding the bread. Then she sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't lie down. Instead... She quietly pulled her knees to her chest. Exactly as she had done earlier. She stayed that way.

Rowena was on her feet now, chest heaving, as she fumbled for the light switch. The stark fluorescent lights blinked to jarring life, and she fixed me with a look of pure revulsion as she dragged the back of her hand across her swollen lips. Her scent dissipated just as quickly as it came. “What the hell was that?” she spat, her words laced with a combination of anger and visceral disgust, although I could still sense the feral want in her eyes. “These... feelings we’re having... they’re sick! Unnatural!”

“…I really need to start training again. I never realized how many calories shifting burned.” “I hear you and Giovanni train pretty hard already.” I replied smoothly, my lips twitching as I resisted the urge to laugh. She flicked her chestnut hair over her shoulder and scoffed, “Tristan’s an asshole.” Rowena flitted into the room, a blur of auburn hair and pale skin. Like a hummingbird, she was light on her feet. She rummaged through trunks, glass bottles clinking and papers scratching against one another as she pulled out everything she was looking for.

Free from the crushing disappointment of failing at something that had been impossible from the start. It was time to sever our mate bond and move forward with my life. (Sylvan's POV) I watched through the window as Vivian drove away, her posture straighter than I'd seen it in months. Something had changed drastically since last night. "Alpha Thorne?" Martha's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "What is it?" I asked, not turning around. "Dr. Bennett intended to bring you that broth," she said, gesturing to the thermos Vivian had taken. "For your rabbit allergy. She was quite concerned about it yesterday."

“Bronwen Elizabeth, did you eat anything today?” I can see the answer immediately on her face when she averts her eyes, proving her guilt. “I was afraid that I would get sick if I tried to eat. I never know what foods the baby will accept or which they mutiny with and I didn't want to get halfway down the aisle and throw up.” “So instead you starve yourself and pass out before you even reach the aisle. Brilliant plan.” Alec snaps. I know that it's because he's worried about her but I still glare at him.

“She’s still inside mother’s womb, but when she comes out, I’ll introduce you to her, okay?” Raven blinked at him. Then nodded. “Okay.” Simple. Quiet. Careful. Even his agreement felt like something he measured. During dinner, the difference became clearer. The table was filled, meat, vegetables, warm dishes prepared in abundance, but Raven barely touched anything. He sat still, shoulders slightly hunched, eating only small bites of plain rice. Like he was trying not to be noticed. “Do you like eating that way?” Dawin Ray asked, frowning. “You don’t even have meat!”

Six Months Later “You know it is your responsibility to feed the child. He is already over a year, and you haven’t fed him once.” Jacob’s mother, Garcia Wades, says, her voice laden with disapproval as she shoots a scowl at Emma. “Please, Garcia. You cannot possibly expect me to feed him. He makes a mess whenever he eats! I bet he got that disgusting habit from his surrogate.” Emma retorted, glaring at little Rowan harshly. Not understanding what was happening, little Rowan smiled at Emma innocently and held his hands out, wanting her to feed him, but she only gave him a look of disgust and turned to her food.

“I don’t mind at all. Her father was killed just before she was born in a rogue attack at one of the borders. Her mother managed to hold on until she was born. However, unfortunately, she gave in to the deep grief that we feel when we lose our mate a week later. She has been really good with taking the bottle and everything until about a week ago and then she slowly started to refuse to drink. Arthur was the only one that could get her to take it, well that was until this morning.” I hear the hesitation and the strange longing in Annalise’s quiet voice as she whispers, “May I try?” Tasha smiles and nods her head. She gets to her feet and allows Annalise to sit in the chair. Once she has sat

I don't respond, just stare at the wall already missing the windows and forest view. I stay like this for the rest of the day and late into the next. Bennett stops by frequently to check on me. He brought some soup once, but the smell made me dry heave. He quickly took it from the room and the sound of me retching prompted Rowan to make an appearance. He stood next to me with his arms crossed just observing me until Bennett came back. I thought he would enjoy having Bennett all to himself again, but he seemed annoyed by my weakened state. I had finally stopped crying, pretty sure dehydration had set in as well, but I didn't have the energy or desire to drink anything. I stayed tucked comfort