Back in werewolf territory, such impulsive actions could be excused, even expected, when fated mates first recognized each other. She had seen it before, the loss of control, the overwhelming pull, the way instinct overruled reason until they managed to regain themselves. But this… this wasn't that.
She didn't feel any bond. No thread. No undeniable connection tying her to him.
Which meant he wasn't her mate.
And more importantly, she had already believed that she was a human.
That alone changed everything.
In the human world, there was only one way to define what he had just done: sexual harassment.
So she had slapped him.
Not just because she wanted to, but because she had to.
She needed him to understand, clearly and without doubt, that she would not be someone he could simply overpower or disregard. She had to draw the line herself.
