Cursed to be my Mate
They did attack territories, killing other werewolves and ruining towns to expand their lands, and they did try to kill him and still had every intention of removing him from the throne.
A lot to think about. Though, not right now.
Rhys followed the others into the inn they’d passed earlier. ‘The Thieves Cove’ was the name, and as he suspected, only rogues and pirates were scattered along the bar. It was rowdy, and the carpets and walls smelled of alcohol, smoke and a bit of piss. He wrinkled his nose, but the longer they were there, the more he was accustomed to the smell.