Slowly, Caleb lifts his fingers and touches his lip. Pulling back, he sees the blood on his fingertips.
Panic settles over Harper. She hadn’t meant to actually hurt him. What’s the punishment for this? Is she going to be killed?
She still has to warn her pack.
Caleb raises his gaze from his bloodied finger up to Harper’s face. His expression is entirely emotional for one long moment. Then the anger sets in.
“You… bit me…” he says, voice low and dangerous.
“It was an accident,” I say at once.
His eyes narrow. “You defy me. You deny me your kiss.”
I raise my hands, palms forward, hoping to appease him. He storms forward regardless, grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me.
“You will obey me absolutely. Do you understand? You are my slave. This is a boon to you. For committing the hei
