“Holy shit.” I slapped a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry, that just all seems like some long-ago old-world insanity. His mate was just… okay with this plan? How?”
“Not exactly. When her last heat was once again unproductive, he had her taken out of the country and kept under guard in a separate residence in France. After enough time apart, the bond weakened enough that his wolf was tempted by the scent of other females in heat.”
“Goddess, that’s awful.”
“He’s not a nice man.”
“No s**t,” I mumbled, feeling a lot more empathetic for him. But not letting him off the hook. There were things you might keep from a mate—birthday surprises, the fact that you did the laundry, hell, that you’d gone and gotten a spontaneous tattoo if you were feeling wild—but being engaged and royal weren’t two of
