Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

Bazi's eyes widened, but she swallowed back her gut reaction and turned it into a strange hiccough. She had a vague understanding of the word 'rape', but the knowledge was second hand - her mother, undisputed alpha and disciplinarian, had once ripped an older brother's ear clean off his head for succumbing to what she referred to as 'the ultimate degradation' of a neighbouring pack's two-year-old female. What rape actually involved, Bazi could only guess at. Zimri - the perpetrator - was exiled to Herschel Island, and Zambiya followed (though Bazi was convinced it was out of some misguided duty, and not because he really wanted to). The sickness announced itself before diplomatic repercussions could truly be felt, but Shar-Kali was entirely preoccupied with the incident until Amon started to cough.

"Oh," was the only thing the Creek girl could manage, averting her gaze for a moment to think. She found herself wanting confirmation that this wasn't all it meant to be a Viking, partly the origins of her own bloodline were too shrouded to exclude the possibility that she might be the descendant of a long-forgotten rape, and partly because she was starting to enjoy this particular Northman's company. Ultimate degradation pulsed behind her irises like lightning. "That sounds.. very savage. What about your own women?"