Keya's POV
"Can I ask how many you have had?" I asked, smirking. I didn't believe him, of course. Rhys had always been too charming, and human and wolf females flocked him every time. He was like a magnet and nobody could deny his charm.
“Yeah. Ask," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.
"So tell me?" I quirked my brows. "How many in the last four years? Twenty? Forty?"
It left a bad taste in my mouth... that he would have had so many women...
"Four.” His eyes met mine again, quieter this time. “I was busy, Rabbit. Training to become a future king isn’t exactly a romantic fairy tale. It’s politics, war councils, blood, and bone. I didn’t have time for anything else.”
“Really?” I asked, a little softer now. "Only four?"
That wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe he wasn't lying.
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