“Feeding you,” he replied simply, lifting the spoon. “This is what I used to do with you before, aside from—”

Her cheeks warmed. “Stop. I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

For some reason, she had a feeling the man would be shameless enough to say far more than necessary. It was pure instinct, a quiet warning in her gut, and it made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Last night, Melva had told her everything. Every detail Melva could remember, including how the Alpha King ...