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The longer Wylla watched the scuffle, the more it seemed to be a personal matter, especially when Mahler began yelling in German. She wondered if he was fighting for her honour in some way, but dismissed the thought. He never did so before. If anything, he was fighting for her body.
Either way, he cares only when it benefits him, groused the voice in her head.
It was absurd to watch Mahler fight this man so viciously when he would not even stand up for her in front of his pack when it mattered. That was how she viewed it now—his. It was never hers, and all the loyalty she had given them was a mistake and a waste of time. She knew that now. The only one who proved to be worth any of it was Stag, and in return, she ruined his life.
The fight was over, quick as it began. Zane had the good sense to flee, leaving Mahler to drip blood in the snow. He came out of it better than his competitor, but he was still wounded enough that Wylla thought, if push came to shove, she could fend him off if he turned on Stag next. Once, she would have been concerned for his well-being in the aftermath, but she found she could feel very little these days, and nothing particularly positive.
She remained next to Stag, unable to move as Mahler stepped forward, waiting for the strike to come.
Then he spoke, and the spark in her turned to the molten fire of disbelief and clawed up her throat and out before she could stop herself. Are you kidding me? she choked. You wish? Was that what he came here for? Of course it was. He thought he could get his free enjoyment, get more kids out of her to make him feel better about himself, and then remind her again how she was good for nothing else. Did he even recall how he had weighed her wants against his own, and chose himself, every single time?
That he even dared to say it out loud was preposterous.
What about my wishes? Did she matter at all, or did he really see her as an incubator for the young he wanted, without valid hopes and feelings of her own? Was that how he viewed all women? That was a revelation she didn't want to swallow, because if he could think that of her, then he could think that of his daughter. Wylla would never forgive herself if she left Phaedra with a father who valued women by their bodies. She never thought that of him before, but she was disgusted now that that was what he chose to say.
I begged you, she reminded him, to come with me, to bring Phaedra and Thade, and we could start over and build something for us. All of us, as a family, as equals. You would have had your wish.
But, she went on, aware that Stag might have some thoughts on this, as she had deliberately kept her meeting with Mahler from him, you refused and cast my wishes aside, and now you think it's okay to speak to me of yours right now? Fatherhood? Is that all I'm worth to you?!
Somehow, this was worse than feeling completely worthless.