Porcupine Ridge Seasong saints

She had a similar reaction to the white she wolf — that was, to want nothing to do with him once she knew he would not mate her. Unfortunately, it was not an option, and Taggarik immediately bristled to think he would have another stubborn female on his hands who would run off and probably be impregnated by one of the pack's males. There had always been an aggressive undertow to his dominant nature, but it bubbled closer to the surface now, and he had to force his lips back over his fangs and quell the growl in his throat as he pursued his companion.

"You have no choice," he said, rounding in front of her to block her path and fix her with an unwavering stare to match the firmness of his words. "I will not allow you to mate with one of the other males." His tail arched over his back, his ears pinned forward and his shoulders lifted to his full height, demanding a subordinate's obedience to their alpha. He wished to speak to her as one friend to another, but he would not have a repeat of what happened last time.

"You will stay with me until your heat has passed. Do you understand?"