[Margaret's POV]
My face burned red. Being carried into the house by Donald like a doll made me feel ashamed. I was like a person without dignity or soul. I was just something that belonged to him. But the person was Donald. Once I realized this, I felt another surge of heat in my stomach. My body ached for him.
"Hey, come on. Put me down."
I struggled in his arms. Even though we were already inside the house, I wasn't used to this. I'd rather walk on my own than be carried around by my mate.
Donald looked at me intently. Without blatantly ignoring my wishes, he gently placed me on the bed.
I looked at him, finding him charming.
My face flushed with shame and excitement, I fidgeted with the blanket.
"Why did you suddenly do this?"
I muttered.
"I don't like you looking at him."
Donald took my fingers off the blanket and pressed them to his lips.
"Looking at who?"