Chapter 12

Liam's POV

Andre shut the door to my study with his hands over his mouth as he stared at me in shock.

"Swallow it," I turn away from him and head to where a bottle of scotch sat. I poured myself a drink and brought the glass to my lips, emptying the content in my mouth.

Even after tasting the blood of trespassers-- If I could remember correctly, I bit one's head off-- I still wanted something down my throat.

"My Queen?" I mumbled to myself, tasting the word and shaking my head. "Did you, by any chance, smell the mate bond on her-"

"I apologise, my King. I was overjoyed when she said that," he placed his hands over his crotch area and lowered his head.

He was much calmer now than when he blurted that out.

"But, was she telling the truth?"

"Oh, I see. We're acting rationally now, are we?" I cocked a brow and folded my arms. Andre looked away. He was most definitely feeling ashamed of his actions.

"Forgive me, my King. I let my emotions get the better of me," he apologised once again but