"What the fuck do you mean by that?" She asked, trying to figure out what was happening. "That child in your womb will be my mate. The dark ruler happened to know it; he and the six princes of the hell realm were planning to do everything to kill her," he said.
"What do you mean? My daughter will have a demon mate. You cannot touch her, you pervert demon!" she yelled. Her hands went to his neck, and she slammed him against the huge tree. Asmoed didn't flinch and didn't make a move.
"It cannot be helped; this is not what I want. I don't want to be bound by some obligation, but you know the mate connection," he said as her hands pressed harder on his neck. The damn demon, just like her, has a skin of granite.
"You cannot touch her, you rotten demon!" she said.
"I won't, just let me be near her," he begged.
"I cannot trust you; you know that Asmoed," she said after she let him go.
"Yes, please don't trust me," he said.
