“I’m not hungry,” I said coldly, keeping my gaze firmly fixed on the floor.
He sighed deeply, as if my defiance pained him, and stepped closer. “I didn’t come here to force you to eat,” he said. “I came to talk.”
“Talk?” I finally snapped, looking up at him, my eyes burning with fury. “There’s nothing to talk about, Lycan King. You took everything from me. What more could you possibly want?”
His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he was silent. Then he spoke, his voice low but intense, as if he was baring something deeply personal. “I’m in love with you, Raphaella. I have been for longer than you know. I never wanted to hurt you. All I wanted was for you to be mine.”
I stared at him, disbelief flooding my veins. “Love?” I spat. “This is love? You call dragging me away from my wedding, locking me up in your mansion like some prisoner! You don’t even know what love is!”