Taylor hesitated, his jaw tightening. “She went behind my back to meet with Nick, thinking she could negotiate with him. She thought she was helping the pack, but all she did was give him leverage he didn’t need.”
My stomach twisted at the mention of Nick, and I shook my head. “And you thought putting your hand on her neck was the best way to handle it?”
Taylor sat back, his gaze never leaving mine. “In our world, submission isn’t about control—it’s about trust. When I placed my hand on Natasha’s neck, it wasn’t to dominate her. It was to remind her of her place in the pack and to show her that I still trusted her to follow me.”
I stared at him, the weight of his words settling over me. “And she was okay with that?”
“She understood,” Taylor said simply. “She knew she’d made a mistake,
