"Even if I behave like this," Rachel purred from the bed. "You still won't forsake my Tribe or me, will you?"
Liam glared at Rachel, but her pleased expression only intensified. She was right anyway. It took more than a few deviances to override his desire to protect.
'It's just like Brother Lancelot touching my bottom,' Liam tried to brainwash himself. 'Nothing more.'
"Don't mistake me," Rachel warned as if reading Liam's mind. "I am as surprised as you are. To think my true nature would be so indecent …"
Rachel took a few deep breaths, composing herself, pulling the blanket over her to hide her wetness.
"You made me like this when you degraded me to mere prey," Rachel continued. "I am conquered. I have submitted down to my very soul. Unleash the beast and reap your spoils, for I am already branded as your mate."
