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She was no coward. She was not weak. Her power was predetermined by the blood which flowed trough her, the genetic code which gave her body strength and her jaws a crushing force. To admit another's authority would bring her only misery, would limit and chain her. It would be in her nature to lunge at the male - despite their difference in size, in power, in experience - and spend every iota of energy making him understand that "bitch" was her sex, not her status in life.

So why was she frozen rigid? Why did her body recoil at the sight of him standing above her? Her traitorous limbs moved her backwards and away from him, and her instincts turned to flight. Why, why, why?

The white beast was fresh in memory. Her scent, her size. The sensation of massive fangs ripping and tearing. The overwhelming power which wrestled and pinned her to the frigid ground. Jaws engulfing throat. Beating of jugular against teeth. 

Diesel's legs trembled. There was a wild, panicked look in her eyes as she looked into the Imperator's.

A reply passed her teeth.

"No."