Chapter 19
Mate. The word was worse than pack. I jerked away as if I’d been burned, thrusting my hand under my thigh so it wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out to him. “You think you can choose a mate in five days.”
A simple matter for male werewolves. After all, they considered their mates little better than chattel. Keep the home. Churn out babies. Do everything her partner and alpha demanded.
When Rowan had insinuated his interest in me, he hadn’t mentioned the M word. But he’d made it clear where my duties would lie. I was endlessly grateful my mother hadn’t gotten caught up in the werewolf world of misogyny. Even saddling us with Nick was better than that.
Tank kept talking as if he hadn’t just proven he was no better than the other werewolves I’d had the misfortune of knowing. “
