“The royal court of the East Kingdom is behind all the trouble that follows Prince Ulysses. Jealous and blackhead, each with their own agenda,” I confessed. “From the King and Prince Boris to Queen Marama. Faolan Kurt is just being used as a pawn my King Astaroth,” I stated and got off Randale’s lap and sat down on the couch facing him.
“Being a Velunore Lycan is not a death sentence, so why the f*ck are they so uptight about it?” Randale snapped.
“But a prince having such power is a threat to them. They want it and yet they fear it,” I pointed out.
“Does the royal court know about you and Lowe?” Randale leaned back on the couch and his shirt opened, making his left nipple visible, distracting my thoughts.
Licking my lips, I stared at his chest and responded, “Close your shirt. You're distracting me.”
“I will not. Answer my question, Armand,” he persisted.
“They don't. It's a secret between the three of us,” I responded in a hushed voice.