"Why are you being so sensible? It's not a good thing for a female to be too tough. If you act weak once in a while, a male will dote on you even more."
Malachi scoffed as he walked over, bracing his arms on either side of her on the stone bed, his honey-toned chest nearly pressing against her nose, coming on strong and assertive.
Luna's nose bumped into his burning hot chest muscles, the mingled scents of roasted deer and a heavy dose of pheromones filling the air in the cave, coming right at her face.
The tips of her ears turned slightly warm as she couldn't help but reflect—maybe she really was too strong-willed.
Men all like women who seem soft, like little white rabbits.
Take Chloe, for example. Just one teardrop and Caleb would willingly die for her.
She herself had worked so hard popping out so many babies, but in the end it only earned her 10 favorability points from each of them.
It comes down to the fact that she'd given birth way too easily.
