"What are you saying?! We are outside?" Panicking, she scolded and looked around for prying eyes but sighed in relief when she found none.
The sky was already clear and even if most people were not yet awake, it didn't mean he shouldn't carelessly talk. This man needed to be studied as he was not even normal for a werewolf, he was a wild one.
"You are my woman, Angel, no one would care even if I raped you." He corrected, and though his words were insulting, it was the truth.
Unfortunately, werewolves strangely claimed their woman and no one questioned their gorey act. As long as the werewolf was your mate or owner, they had the right to do anything they wanted with you.
In most cases, it was the most powerful in that relationship that did the bad things. That's why she was grateful she wasn't a slave, her life would have been so worthless. But truthfully, for an Alpha's daughter, a slave probably had a better life than she did.
