Yes, a mate," Swan repeated while gazing at the lake. "Gale told me that in your culture, mating means that we are going to be in a monogamous relationship for the rest of our lives. But since he is cursed, he still needs to mark other women after me. You are not cursed, that means you will only have one mate, right?"
"Y-yes, Princess. I… I will only have one mate that I can mark…" Rock answered while staring at Swan's nape which had a permanent bite mark on it, a sign that she was His Majesty's mate.
Despite knowing that, his mind was still clouded. He shook his head repeatedly, but still couldn't get that dirty thought out of his mind.
He looked down and realized that he was hard.
'What is happening to me?! Why am I hard?!' Rock panicked as he was losing control over his own body.
He might be young and had high vigor as a strong werewolf, but he knew how to control himself until now.
'Damn it! Damn, what is wrong with me!?'
