Chapter One-Sixteen: After All

On instinct, my face turns away from Alpha Jax’s hand, but he remains persistent, a little too so, that his free hand grabs a fist full of my hair to still my movements.

“Open it before I request the tube we used yesterday.”

I would rather have him use the tube.

I would rather he knows how much I cannot stand his presence.

My mouth remains shut, so his hand leaves my hair and cups my cheek.

His thumb presses the space between my upper and lower teeth, forcing a small hollowness to form that he uses to shove the gross salty mixture in my mouth.

“Chew and swallow, or so help me God-!”

He utters while his hand remains on my mouth, pressing it shut so I do not spit it out.

Alpha Jax looks wholly unfamiliar.

While a part of me wants to talk to him and form a rapport, perhaps act as he wants me to so that he goes easy on me, another wants to defy his every whim regardless of the cost.

He needs me alive; he will not kill me-

Right…the fat little thing inside me may not survive any blows he o