“Is this a joke?” Astrea’s brows went up.
“No.” The Rogue King shook his head, not offering her any explanation.
“Fenrir, come on!” She jabbed him gently with her elbow. “You dropped a bomb on me, and now you are leaving me hanging? I don’t think so!”
“Ask whatever you want to know,” The King suggested as if he really didn’t mind.
She wanted to know a lot. Starting from his story with her Teacher to the specifics of what his bracelet was holding, but that was probably off the table. So, she stuck to the subject at hand instead.
“What do you mean Solace’s protection prevents people from finding mates?”
“Exactly that. When we were building Solace, I had only one condition. No mates will be found on this land.” He stated nonchalantly, and Astrea’s lips parted in shock. “That’s why they
