Rafael's POV:
I was walking out of my room when I saw Rhys opening Keya's room door. I stilled, eyes narrowing. He looked throughly rested, and the smile on his lips made me wanted to punch him.
"So, she did choose him," my wolf whispered. I felt his hurt, and anger, and a part of me was raging, but...
"It isn't over until it is," I said with a frown.
She told me she wanted only physical, and of course Rhys would jump at that chance, wouldn't he?
She must have offered him just enough, but not enough to risk her heart. And Rhys? Goddess, he probably didn’t hesitate. Didn't think twice. That smug bastard had always been quick to act when something he wanted was dangled in front of him. No questions. No hesitation. No consideration for the fallout.
He probably told himself he was helpin
