“Do I look like I care?” He speared a piece of steak and shoved it in his mouth, his gaze on her the entire time.

“Fine.” She held her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry for wasting your time. We’ll be gone tomorrow morning.”

The children were not in a fit state to move. Holly didn’t know what she was going to do to get them moving.

She ran fingers through her hair, turning on her heel to leave, already making plans.

“You’re not going to offer me anything?” Damon asked.

Holly stopped and looked toward him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re the alpha’s daughter, am I correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you don’t think you could offer me … a peace offering? Or convince me to let you and your rodents stay?”

“We’re not rodents.” Anger rushed down her spine. The need to defend her pack was strong, but she also knew she had no way of winning if she started a fight with this man. She was strong, but not up to his strength. The scent of him cried alpha. It came off him in waves, almost all-consuming the scent was so strong. “What do you want? Money?”

“I don’t need money.”

“Someone to clean your lands?”

“No.”

This was getting more confusing by the second. “If you don’t need someone to clean your lands or your house, what do you want?”

“I want someone to play with.”

This made her frown. “Excuse me?” He was a grown man, she doubted very much he meant playdates.

Damon sat back. His gaze went down the full length of her body before traveling back up.

She knew as a wolf, her body was rare. Most of the female wolves were slender. Holly had been a bigger woman, curvy all her life. As a young child, she’d been bigger, then as a teenager, she’d gained even more weight. After her transformation, she’d kept all her curves and was one of the biggest women within the pack. Her mother was also a curvy woman and Holly’s father completely doted on her. Their love was something Holly hoped to find for herself.

She’d yet to find a mate.

No one within the pack had staked a claim and there was certainly no compelling feeling to mate with anyone.

“You know what I mean,” he said.

“Be blunt then.”

“I want someone to fuck.”

His words echoed around the large hall. Holly stayed perfectly tense.

“Was that blunt enough for you?”

“Is this a joke?”

“I don’t joke about sex.”

She looked past his shoulder. “Do you want to have your pick of the females within the pack?” There was no way she’d ask anyone to bed this man for their safety. It was out of the question.

“Hell, no. You.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I want you. No one else.” He smiled. “Holly, become my fuck toy, my plaything, and you and your pack of rodents can stay here permanently.”

She glared at him. “Don’t call them rodents.”

He shrugged.

She couldn’t believe she was hearing this. It was crazy. He wanted her to become his … fuck toy, and in return, her family and pack were safe.

“What does this mean? Do I have to come to you every single time you call?” she asked.

Damon sighed. “No. It means your family and pack will stay here and you will live here. You will not return to your family. You will remain here. You will belong to me for however long I see fit.”

“And when you’re bored with me?”

“Depending on how well you serve me, you and your family can stay and live out your lives on my lands.”

She hated this. “And if I refuse?”

“You leave.”

“You’re not giving me any options here.”

Damon laughed. “You’re not in any place to have options. You think I should just allow you to stay here out of the goodness of my heart?”

“Yes.”

“The world doesn’t work that way.”