Ares recoiled. "No! What? No! I let you in here, to my place, my centre, and this is how you repay me? You want to keep me for yourself because of my men, because of Tragos. You want them to belong to you." It didn't matter that what he was saying was a little irrational. To him, it was the only thing that made sense. Pregnancy between immortals didn't just happen.