Thirty Three

                 She was clean, fed, probably sated -he wasn't sure about that so he would have to confirm later- and asleep. Reed watched her for a while longer, not believing how quickly the day had changed. When he woke up, he was angry, frustrated, and wanted to blow off steam. Since he wasn't in the mood for a run, he'd gone to the gym where he'd spent an hour doing a number on the sandbag. The king had made himself clear. His mind was made up about the heir. He wouldn't find another candidate. Reed should reject his mate and go to the palace to start his training. Emotional entanglements would only impair his judgment and he could end up losing the throne to rebels or rogues. A week. Claude had given him a week to do what needed to be done. 

As if rejecting someone was that easy. Why did he have to give up his mate for a throne he hadn't asked for? Not once had he thought about being the king. Even when he found out Clar