“Why the hell would you want to mate with some inferior male?” Caleb demands, his rage flaring like the red flashing through his eyes.
“He wouldn’t be inferior to me,” I snap back. “He would be my husband and mate.”
“Stop saying that!” Caleb roars.
He’s trying to intimidate me. Well, it won’t work. I’ve agonized over my feelings for him, and this decision. I’m not going to back down now. The status quo is not acceptable; it’s far too painful. Something has to give.
I hop to my feet, tired of him towering over me. Taller than me, he still towers somewhat, but it’s not nearly as bad now that I’m standing as it was when I was sitting down on the chair.
“I’ll say it as much as I want,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be your consort anymore!”
Technically, I suppose, I never really did, but
