CHAPTER 81 Surviving

  Nalya

  I didn't know how long I had been in darkness. My body was weak, and I couldn't move my limbs. The wolfsbane was taking its toll on me, and I noticed the blood that streaked down my nose. 

  "Wife, you're awake," Arlon's deep voice said. I snapped my eyes in his direction. He was leaning against the wall with a bottle of whiskey in hand. 

  "I'm not your wife," I spat out the words like they were acid. 

  "We got married with your father's blessing," he sneered. I wanted to growl, but couldn't as my voice was strained and dry. I needed water, however, I didn't want anything from that man. 

  "I don't remember signing any marriage papers or mating with you," I coughed. Arlon took steps towards me and squatted. He roughly gripped my cheek and opened my mouth, spilling contents from his bottle down my throat. It burned, and I coughed again. I was gagging.