Rhys's POV:
The door shut behind me with a soft click that sounded far too final.
My legs gave out, and I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of a gilded dresser. The world swam—flickering between sharp bursts of light and complete darkness. My limbs felt too long, too heavy. My tongue like ash.
“I love Keya,” I breathed, the words dry and broken in my throat.
But she didn’t care.
"When this is over, you will not love her. You will not long for someone who has already been used, discarded and claim her as your queen. Never. I will not let you."
"This is wrong..."
"You trying to abandon your own mate for some wolf... is that not wrong?" my mother snarled, pushing Athena in front of me. Athena was like a ghost, fading into thin white light.
"I love you, Rhys. The Goddess ma
