Arvid nodded. “You’re angry because I don’t trust—”
“Yes and no. I understand you can’t trust someone you haven’t known for more than a few hours, but considering what I’ve done for you—”
“You want gratitude?” There was an indignant ring to his voice.
Did he? “No, I could’ve walked away if I’d wanted to. You’d be mated to a leopard now, and I’m sure he would’ve treated you like a trophy mate.”
Arvid snorted. “What exactly is it that has you snippy? Are you hungry?”
Was he hungry? He rubbed his belly. He wouldn’t have declined a vanilla filled-donut—Elsie made the best ones. “No. I’m snippy because you think me capable of rape. That you think I would do anything against your will after what we’ve been through.”
The wind increased again, and Arvid shivered before his eyes. “You won’t?”
“First, I’ve never wanted an omega for a mate. I didn’t believe in omegas and now I’ve met you—”
“You don’t want me?”