L E I L A N I
I stared at him, my mind about to explode. "Your territory? You're taking me to your home? So you can what? Lock me in a cage? Force me to have your baby? Keep me as your personal slave?"
"I'm not going to lock you in a cage," he said, his jaw ticking. "You're my mate."
That word again.
"I am not your mate," I said. "I don't want to be your mate. I want to be free! Don't you get it? I want to be left alone."
"You are free," he said in a calm tone. "You're free to roam my lands. You're free to eat my food. You're free to live in my house. But you are not free to leave. And you are definitely not free to kill my child."
"Your child? It's my child too! And I don't want it! I won't be a prisoner, and I won't be a wolf’s mother! I'd rather die!" I screamed in frustration.
