Luke was in such a dilemma. He had suddenly gone into the rut phase despite the mating season still a few months away. Why did it have to be at Konrard’s blasted party?
He wasn’t even the slightest bit interested to attend in the first place. He knew that all the women were surely going to throw themselves at him, hoping that he’d fall in love with them and proclaim them his Fated Mate. Luke was damn tired and sick of turning them down.
There was only one for him, and that was someone he actually had met by chance. If only he listened long enough to hear someone say her name back then… Luke has since regretted his decision that day to leave.
“Konrard,” the Crown Prince called out to his Beta, “You better bring me my medicine or else I’ll dig your eyes out with a spoon!”