Natalie gaped at Mark's words. "You have got to be kidding me. Why would you bother? You can't tell me you're that obsessed with the idea of breaking my spirit until I'm some kind of slave."
"That's what he had planned?" Dominic's wolf, Drak, leaped for control, wanting to gut him.
But Mark just shrugged. "What male wouldn't want to be able to turn a dominant female like Natalie into a gorgeously submissive slave?"
"Well, they would be the sane males," Natalie spat.
"Stand back, baby," Dominic ordered as he removed his t-shirt and then tackled the fly of his jeans. "You heard him. He wants to battle it out."
She might have tried to calm the atmosphere if she hadn't known from experience that when two dominant male wolves agreed to battle, it meant the situation was passed help. She had the strange urge to kiss Dominic but knew he didn't need to look weak right now.
