“Because I don’t need a mate,” I said firmly, every word laced with defiance. “And even if I ever wanted one, it would never be arrogant men like you… and your brothers.”
For a moment, silence stretched between us. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, the kind that made my chest tighten against my will. He closed the first-aid box with deliberate calm, as if my rejection amused him more than it wounded him.
I reached for the shirt, ready to cover myself back and end this strange closeness, but his hand shot out, stopping mine. His grip was warm, steady, commanding.
“You really believe you can resist us?” he asked, his voice low, almost taunting. His eyes locked on mine, unblinking. “No, Sumy. You can fight the bond, you can lie to yourself—but you can’t resist us. Not especiall
