Derek scowled, holding on to his anger, but barely. "I came here, concerned for you," he gritted out. "To find out that you've decided you're no longer my slave, to learn that you think that you have the right to berate me? Me? I'm your Master. You are mine, legally and in the eyes of this pack, whether I touch you or not. Everything that is yours? Is mine, and I can take it away whenever I decide. And I've decided."