Malcom leant back on the bench in his cell. He tried to keep calm, but no wolf liked being in a cage. He didn't deserve this. Visions of this morning kept popping up; nobody had the right to interrupt his mating.
"How are you feeling?" Damien asked when he arrived to meet him in the cell.
"Why am I here ? I did nothing wrong. She is mine."
"She is okay; in case you were wondering."
Malcom dropped his eyes to the floor. His feelings switched to embarrassment.
"She belongs to me." Malcom looked up. "I make no apologies."
" Are you sure? She was in heat. Anyone could be mistaken." Damien asked.
"We locked eyes, and I knew she was mine," Malcom said. "I had to have her completely. I wanted to mate with her and mark her right then and there. I couldn't think about anything else."
"Well...she apparently doesn't agree," Damien said.
"Why not?" Malcom asked.