CHAPTER EIGHT

Rachelle's pov There are two reasons why I don't like the whole mating and marking idea. First, is the strong pull you feel towards the other Person and two is the underlying concept of submission. Completely giving myself and trusting in someone scared me more than I let on. I've been broken before. The truth is I'm scared of being broken again. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I took a few hesitant steps toward Everett. The fact that he had taken a shower before coming to the dining room didn't help either. He smelled fresh and clean. Immediately, his scent overcame my senses and I breathed in sharply to take it in all. It was husky and somewhat strong yet sweet and sharp in a delicious way and the abundance of it made my knees grow weak. My gaze fell on his huge figure and I couldn't help but travel a little back in time. The feel of his body pressed against mine… I swear this man is pure lava. He wore a white t-shirt that contrasted to his skin color and hugged ever