I bit my lip, feeling a wave of conflict wash over me. I wanted to reject him, to tell him my life was already crowded enough with three jealous predators and three cubs, but the words died in my throat.
"I feel you do not hate me," Thalor whispered, the crest on my wrist pulsing in sync with his words. "Through the connection of the crest, I feel... You are enchanted by me. So why do you hesitate?"
I looked down, asking myself if I really was enchanted by him. It was crazy. I definitely liked his body—the broad shoulders, the shimmering tanned skin—and there was no denying he was handsome. Beautifully so.
But adding him to my harem?
Noah, Fenric, and Damar were already a handful, and Thalor hadn't even mentioned my scent, so that meant he wasn't a fated mate… right?
As I stood there conflicted, Thalor suddenly went down on his knee.
"What are you doing?" I asked, startled.
He shook his head, looking up at me with those swirling violet eyes.
