"Our own mate doesn’t want us, Zeus," he muttered, his voice hoarse, broken, almost unrecognizable.
Zeus let out a low, sorrowful growl, and for the first time, there was no argument, no defiance, no words of reassurance. Just silence.
Then, after a long moment, Zeus spoke, his voice laced with something bitter, something raw.
"I don’t like admitting this, but we’ve gotten more suggestive smiles and interest from Princess Irina than from our own mate."
Kaius closed his eyes, a wave of something dark washing over him, sinking into his bones.
Princess Irina.
He had never once wanted Irina, never once thought of her as anything more than an annoyance, a flirtatious royal who had tried too hard to catch his attention during diplomatic meetings. But now, the comparison stung.
Because Zeu
