Moonspear This time

Her eyes narrowed and she huffed in response. That was what she had thought. He had no reason to do anything to some lowly omega. He could, and did, have far more valuable prizes, although she wondered if he still believed that after Lazarus. She did, because the actions of some male's rough handling were not going to diminish her worth by any means. The very notion pissed her off.

He stepped along a fine line here, and it felt like he went right down the middle. She wasn't backing off, ugly snarl or not. In fact, she'd match it. It was good he was not resisting the idea. She would have been more convinced of him having bred her if he even did in the slightest, "Fine. Together," she agreed brusquely and flashed her teeth silently as his nose ran against hers. A warning, just barely concealed.

She moved on to join him on the trail.