Hector's POV
The woman in my arms was as light as a feather, stirring up an infinite desire to protect her within me.
How come I hadn't realized in the past four years how...alluring she was?
Rex began to shout again, "Hector, because she's our mate! Mate! I'm very sure!"
"You can't be sure. I don't feel the mate bond, which means you don't feel it either,"
I retorted to Rex while using one hand to carry Emma on my right shoulder and the other to turn on the shower-head to feel the water temperature.
It wasn't too hot or too cold, just right.
Emma on my shoulder began to struggle again. I almost couldn't control her.
Where did this woman get so much brute strength from?
"Hector, you...you're not really going to bathe me, are you? I warn you to stop now, don't take advantage of me!
