As Esmeralda undressed to have her bath,she thought about the prince. She had seen him in his most vulnerable state. Her mother had really done a number on him.
He had been terrifying back there, yet he was broken and needed healing. and that was what made him mad all the time. He needed healing but wouldn't admit it. Didn't want to admit it. Perhaps he thought that if he did it would make him feel less of a man and inadequate.
Another thought crossed her mind. She had flung herself at him and held him down. And he didn't fight her. Instead he had relaxed under her hold, as if he was relishing it and didn't want it to come to an end. Could she be…no way. That was ridiculous. She couldn't be his mate.
The prince could have reacted that way to anybody in his vulnerable state, but her subconscious didn't quite agree with her. It had not been the prince back there. It had been his wolf fighting, pulling the restraints and trying to break free.