RHYS ETHELWULF was larger than life. He had this aura about him, a silent warning that kept everything at bay. Even I felt like I was always at arm’s length with him. Granted, he only changed for the better when he found me again, but it had always been that way with him.
With Rhys, there was always going to be this slight distance that underlined the relationship between the Alpha and his member, or the King and his subject.
I was his mate to his soul, but that did not change the fact about the other parts of our dynamic.
As I watched Rhys rise to his throne, a crooked golden crown on his head, I could see the exact reason why he had every right to sit in that seat. He was oozing with authority. With power. His presence was magnetic and I could feel the pull even from across the room
