Chapter 95

June's POV

That day turned into a week, and then two weeks. I managed to stay hidden away, ignoring the damned climax, for fourteen entire days.

And then I got bored.

My eyes had started to hurt, my body ached, and my wolf was scratching at my insides, trying to get free. I was pretty sure she wanted me to socialize with her mate for her, but the climax seemed to keep her locked away completely, so I was safe.

But I didn’t much like her scratching.

So, when it was nearly midnight on day fifteen, I told myself I was allowed to go to the kitchen. Zed was probably already sleeping anyway, so why not?

I crept down the stairs. The man brought me food like six times a day, always delicious, high-quality shit that I never could’ve afforded, and always cooked perfectly. He’d even taken to bringing desserts up as the seventh meal. He always came to my door and never asked if I was hungry, or if I was ready to talk.

He just… fed me.

It was weird