Page 105 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I Iook down at my plate. My appetite is gone. I feel off. I can’t shake it.
I’m not where I should be.
How can I returnto this life when I already know life withhim? I stand up abruptly and catch Greg’s understanding eyes.
“I’ll drive you,” he says, somehow knowing what I need faster than I do. He always could understand me, without words, in situations like this.
I quickly apologize to my parents and run out of the dining room with Greg. I lead him to the Grey Room.
“I just need to change; can you pack the rest in something? He took our bag with him,” I ask, grabbing my jeans and band t-shirt.
“He forgot his jacket,” Greg lifts Cain’s black leather motorbike jacket I wore in the drugstore.
“It was air-drying after I tried to clean my blood from it.”
He gives me a questioning look.
“Long story, I’ll tell you in the car.”
Two minutes and one peeing later, I’m changed and ready to go. I put Cain’s too-big jacket on and exit The Grey Room, holding the door for Greg, who grabbed all my stuff in his arms.
“Just to be clear, I’m taking you to the rogue territory so you can beg the Rogue Prince for forgiveness on your knees.”
“Hedoeslove to alpha-command penalty blowjobs left and right,” I half-joke about being on my knees.
His smirk comes out, “Really? Maybe I’ll start doing that.”
I chuckle and grab my car keys as we are leaving the mansion.
An hour later we are almost at the border, despite making one stop on the way. Greg is behind the steering wheel and I’m enjoying a few last minutes of working LTE connection.
The signal is starting to fade, and I look up just in time to see the border on the horizon.
“You know I can’t go far, right?” Greg gives me a side-eye.
“I’m fine, I’ll run in my wolf form if I have to and come back for my stuff later.”
“You can always grab the bag we brought in your teeth, and run with it,” Greg suggests, stopping on the road near the few patrol warriors. “Hey, I feel weird.”
I glance at his scrunched nose, but he seems fine. So I look back at the warriors, wondering if someone will approach us.
“Wait. What’s Cain’s Beta doing here?” I open the door and get out. “Hey! Is our Alpha nearby, too?”
Beta looks at me surprised. While I’m running up to him the last few feet, his gaze moves down to Cain’s jacket and then stares at my pink hair with a raised brow. I hear Greg’s door opening and closing behind me.
“No, he’s busy. We didn’t expect—” Beta abruptly stops and inhales deeply. His nose flares.
“Fuck!” Cain’s Beta and my brother exclaim simultaneously, and I watch in slow motion as they approach each other with intense gazes.
At first, I’m wondering if they knew each other. Maybe they fought against one another at war, but I doubt it. Then I watch, flabbergasted, as they grab and kiss each other hungrily, with hands roaming each other’s bodies—running through each other’s hair.
Oh no, are you kidding me?! They are true mates?!
‘Who are true mates?’Cain is mind-linking me with his inner voice, somehow equal parts bored and interested.
After the Lycan talk with my dad, I’m not surprised we can connect like that even when he is so far away. But I am mad that I must have opened my mind to him again. I have to be more careful.
‘Greg and your Beta,’ I mind-link back.
