I shivered and edged away from him. Why was I reacting like this? He was just like any other alpha, to be avoided, manipulated, or killed if necessary before I ran like hell from his pack.
But the other alphas who'd tried this kind of shit with me weren't good men. Not even close.
And Jace…I'd been so sure that he was. And maybe he still was, mostly.
But not good enough to stop at…whatever it was he was going to do. Or not good enough to overcome whatever tangled mess my spell had made out of his brain. Trying to focus on it was making my brain into a tangled mess, whirling and confused.
"You really don't want to be mated to me."
As an opening, that was all right, but then, I didn't have a follow- up. I fell silent, biting my lip.
"What, because you don't cook?" he sneered, throwing my earlier words back at me. "Like I give a fuck. I don't cook either, why should you? Or is it because you don't submit?"
