Veyra POV
I shove him off me, stepping back and holding my head high. The clothes cling to my skin, but I don’t care how I look. I only care that I feel the fury twisting in my chest finally breaking loose.
“You don’t have rights over me. None of you do,” I say, my voice sharp and cutting. “If I want to let every rogue in this territory claim me, I can. And if I choose to, I will.”
Dagen’s brow furrows. “Veyra, be reasonable.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “Reasonable? Were any of you ever reasonable with me?” My gaze sweeps over each of them. “If you’re standing there thinking that me coming back means you get to use my body again, that you have some claim, you’re wrong.”
“No one’s thinking that,” Vane says, his voice calm but tense.
“Then you’re all doing a damn good job acting like it,” I fire back. “Just because I went into heat, just because my body responded, doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen. I won't ask to be knotted by you. I wonn’t beg for any of it. I'll survive without it
