I tried to calm him down, but this was a pretty intense anger. I understood. The idea of someone harming his mate… of someone taking me from him and forcing me to do the things I’d always ever done by choice. Taking the power I’d worked so hard to maintain and valued over all other power, the power to make my own decisions in life, and tearing it from me.
He may have been pissed, but I was shaken. One of the things I hated most about having been born a woman was how easy it seemed for others to take our power. How men saw us as things to be owned rather than people with our own minds and desires. How we were often relegated to being a servant or plaything in the past, as was the right of powerful men.
The idea of someone seeing me like that after I’d worked so hard to maintain my indep
