Chapter 83
Desiree.
The gentle sound of Hunter’s cutlery was all that filled the air in the dining room. He was seated on the other end of the rectangular dining table, deeply enjoying his breakfast. Why won’t he? After all, everything seems to be going according to plan.
I couldn’t bring myself to sleep last night and as much as this meal looked too tempting to resist, I feared the bastard might have drugged it or something. I can’t take any chances with him, not when our so-called wedding was drawing nearer. At the same time, I wondered what exactly Maddox was up to. Was he too scared to face his brother that he would let his mate suffer?
“The food isn’t poisoned,” Hunter suddenly said, carefully returning his cutlery to his plate.
I replied with a hateful glare instead.
“I’m not asking you to trust me but I won’t harm you. You’re my bride after all. I won’t treat you like a slave or a prisoner.”
“So…I’m your equal?” I replied and he scoffed.
“You’re my breeder, your sole purpose is to b

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