Page 101 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“And Delta. And a fuckload of alpha-blooded officers, but that we knew already.”
“Delta?! What are they, college sorority?!”
“That’s exactly what I said!” I laugh, “Well, I didn’t say it out loud because Cain has his sword… but I thought that.”
I notice that the sword I gave him from the second-floor wall is lying by his side of the bed, and my mood goes down immediately.
I can't believe he just left me here like that.
“Are you sure they know how to do that?” my mom asks, skeptically.
“Mhm,” I nod.
“Okay, in that case, I have to say it again. I think you could be happy with this arranged marriage without the mate bond,” Mom insists. “Hey, don’t you roll your eyes at me, you two! Asher, you and Cain get along well in all areas, and this room reeks of sex, by the way, so I do mean all areas—”
“Mom!” I haven’t been as embarrassed as I am right now, in my whole life!
My dad laughs at me.
“Anyway, you must admit, if not for a mate bond, you would not only rock this alliance—but could also be happy with him in your own weird way,” Mom adds.
“But there is a mate bond, and he does plan to kill me. He just doesn’t know that it’s me yet. Do you think I should reject him?”
As far as I know, it is not something normal to do, even among rogues. Especially if you are the one feeling the bond and the pain of forceful rejection, that’s why I haven’t considered it yet. But it does start to sound like a smart option in my situation.
“Oh, no, no, my child. I just said it in theory. I think you should make him realize being mated is not a weakness, but a strength. I think you should embrace loving him and him loving you. I think you are perfect mates, and it’s amazing how fate works. You would meet at some point anyway! Moon Goddess must have some big plans for you two. Maybe unite all werewolves once and for all. You should never reject a blessing like that.”
Well, that is not helpful at all.
I scoff and throw myself onto the unmade bed.
“Is it true that you broke his wolf’s jaw with your bare hands?”
My dad always asks important questions.
“Yes, but I was never that scared in my entire life. He was hunting me through the forest, and when he finally caught me, I couldn’t even properly defend myself because of the mate bond. I was unwillingly shifted back to human form, with his sharp venom-dripping teeth right in front of my face.But what was truly mortifying was the crippling awareness, after his jaw snapped, that I couldn’t possibly run away from him. I had to pull myself together and help him set it back! Oh, my Goddess, I thought I would have a heart attack.”
“Werewolves don’t have heart attacks,” my dad shares his medical knowledge, unhelpfully.
Just like I would. We were always very similar.
“Try setting back bloody Rogue Prince’s jaw after snapping it yourself, and then we’ll talk,” I scoff at him.
“Either way, I’m proud of you. You are a strong wolf, even in human form.”
I’m pretty sure it’s the first time he said these words out loud, but I don’t acknowledge that, just in case he takes it back.
“You should see how many bones I broke when Cain let his beta and generals assault me in front of the whole pack.”
“What?” Mom screeches, and I know it hit her personally, as a Luna of all werewolves whose safety should lay in the love of all of them.
I know, because even being stripped of that before it could begin was quite terrifying.
“Relax,” Dad calms her down in a way that never works, “It was just a trial, a test for being a Luna.”
“What?!” This time, I squeak.
“Well, when he mentioned at the family dinner, the tradition of testing if their mates are strong enough for the privilege to bear their pups, it did ring a bell. So I spent yesterday night digging up some ancient werewolf traditions—”
