Page 157 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Let’s not pretend you have not gotten any report from your Delta,” I say to Cain with a fake smile.
“We’ll talk about it with fewer fucking werewolves’ ears around,” he gives me the same smile back.
Then he looks somewhere behind me, and gestures with his fingers. Someone starts to play music, and I look around. There is a band with piano, guitar, and drums. Some of the pack members begin to dance, and I would like to dance too—but Cain is already dragging Claudia in the direction of the two dark, and intimidating thrones where Gamma and Beta already stand on the platform.
It’s a throne room, I realize.
Alpha confidence or not, I’m not dancing without anyone I know, and the only people I know in this castle are serving the guests. It looks like half of the Capital came.
I march after my husband with my head held high.
Cain sits on the left throne with a bored expression, and gives me an unfavorable stare.
Claudia stands on his right where he steers her with his hand. She looks good there, and sure. She used to be his number one personal whore, and knowing the rogue ways, that’s her usual spot.
I stand with Atlas and Beta who are chatting about food. I try not to be jealous of Claudia, because that’s not her fault and I don’t have anything against her. Plus, Cain and I didn’t even know each other back then, and I’m just a stranger to this pack—who used to kill their family members, and our marriage is not even real, just an arrangement, and I…
My down-spiraling is fortunately stopped by the sudden joint squeak of mini wolves. I turn around to see a group of over a dozen toddlers, running through the crowd to their Rogue Alpha Prince with delight on their chubby werewolf faces.
He opens his arms wide, and they all jump and climb on him in the cutest group hug I’ve ever seen.
My heart melts at the view. The way Cain smiles, pets their heads, and patiently answers their questions, makes me smile so wide that Atlas snickers at me.
“What?” I shoot him an annoyed look, and take a thyme and fig goat cheese mini pastry that Beta offers me, from a handful he’s highjacking.
“Nothing,” Atlas chuckles, probably thinking my ovaries want to burst.
The pastry is delicious, and I wish I had been in the kitchen all afternoon, instead of lying unconscious in the hospital wing.
I look back at Cain and our eyes lock. He somehow manages to hold all the laughing pups on his lap, but he’s a huge guy, so I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s a good look for him. Makes me wonder if he indeed would be a good dad. He seems like he wants to be. Or at least have what it takes to be a good one. Yes, he would be. And he would shower them with affection like these mini wolves right now, and he would protect them no matter the cost like a Ruthless Alpha he is, and… Oh, my Goddess! Do I really think about wanting to have children with Rogue Prince someday? Not just having, butwantingto have them? Withhim?
I look down ashamed. What happened to me? Is it the mate bond talking? Hormones? Lust? Fucking love? Because it’s certainly not all the toxic hot-and-cold shit he’s done since we met.
Cain shushes the mini wolves and raises his hand. I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him without any weapons strapped to his body, outside of our bedroom. No sword, either. Well, I fought his massive ass wolf form once, and I know with those claws and canines and unnatural speed, he’s even more deadly than with the help of knives—so I shouldn’t be so surprised.
The music ends and I turn around to see everyone standing still and quiet.
That’s when the ballroom doors open, and the last person I expected to see, on this side of the border, is escorted inside.
Chapter 43 – Extracurricular Activities
Istare at Colton’s older brother while he steps to the front of the throne platform, with one hand behind his back and a smile on his clean-shaven face.
That’s who’s going to swear-in to the Rogue Pack? Or should I say Kingdom?
Does Cain know he’s letting a potential revenge-driven threat to his land? I don’t seek his reaction in case Brandon Jackson wants to pretend he doesn’t personally know me. Or kissed me when we were teenagers.
I’ll just go with the flow. I don’t plan to see another Jackson brother beheaded at my feet anytime soon.
Brandon’s smile widens when he catches my gaze, and he steps toward me before approaching Cain.No, no, no…
“Princess Asher,” he says with a bow in complete silence, and hands me a bouquet he was hiding behind his back.
I guess we are not pretending anything.
“Thank you for the flowers.”
Please, don’t say it, please don’t say it, I think, while I’m smelling the same flowers Cain decided to tattoo on his sleeve.
