Maybe next week

Samantha would never give up on her freedom for anyone. Not even for her fated mate.

She knew it could happen: one day, she could find a person worthy of forming a family with, but that didn't include her own spaces.

Rider had no right to inquire about her time and appointments. She wouldn't have accepted an interrogatory even if they were together.

Her primal need was to have enough space and time for herself, to make her choices and decide on her own destiny.

A possessive male was the last thing she wanted.

«What if I do, ah?» she said. «What if I have a date? Would you order me not to go, Mister Rider? Have I lost my freedom to you by giving you my body, now? Who do you think you are?»

The silence on the other side left her without words as well. He didn't talk back, shutting her raging flow and ordering her to behave. He didn't apologise either.