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
