Page 102 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“You know your dad and his hobbies!”
“Anyway, in one of the texts, I found a mention of future Lunas being tested for strength in front of their new packs.”
I look at him dumbfounded, wondering why no one ever mentioned anything interesting like this in the history class. Instead, I had to remember some stupid war dates, as if I couldn’t Google it any time I needed to.
Shit. I can’t anymore.
“I miss access to the internet.”
“I thought about that. I mean, a week or two of no contact is fine, invigorating even, but more? I don’t like it,” Mom says and gets up.
“I’ll make it work,” I promise with determination, even if it means I have to break into Cain's office to use his laptop unauthorized.
“So, are you going back to him?”
“Do I have a choice?” I ask. “The alliance—"
“He rode off on his bike, just after he told us you are not getting a divorce, leaving you safe at your parents' house. If you ask me, he gave you an easy way out,” Dad states calmly, and then, to my horror, his eyes dart to the box of condoms. “And I can see that you are not working at the heir part of the alliance yet, so maybe you can stay here for a couple of years. You can even look after everything regarding the pact on our side when we start working on all the reforms we discussed, so their King won’t whine about it.”
I’m nodding, lost in thought.
I am sure, despite that little angry act at the beginning, my dad secretly loves that everything went south, and he has a chance of getting his favorite child back.
I snap my head up when my dad starts to close the door after them.
“Dad, wait! The rogue attacks from the north? They are not rogues. I mean, they kind of are technically, but the original rogues call them the Unwanted, and they get attacked by them too.”
“Why didn’t they say anything?” My dad steps inside again, without my mom this time. She’s probably going to check on brunch preparation, as Luna should.
My stomach growls at the thought of food.
“I think we both were too occupied with the war between us to notice any other threat, plus they think they have it under control.”
“Do they?”
“No, but to be honest, Cain’s officers didn’t have all the information. They didn’t know what the Unwanted did on our side. I already made Cain look at the reports in a different light, and he kind of agreed with me, so it’s probably being taken care of right now. They said they still get new people trying to join them. That was weird… Oh, and we met one in the middle of rogues' territory, but Cain killed it before questioning.”
I wish I had more information for him, but I act precisely as he told me a few weeks ago—slowly, getting the trust first. Better safe than sorry.
“Did it smell?”
That is a weird question on my dad’s part.
“What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Well, I heard from my great-grandpa that his dad said rogues used to always smell rotten. I guess before they united in their own pack and made their own Kingdom.”
So, it wasn’t just a legend?
“Now that you mention it, that wolf did smell a little bit sour, like human sweat or maybe an abandoned dog. Still werewolf but… dirty, I guess. Either way, something is wrong with them, so be careful.”
“I never told you how good of a general you are. Do you want to have your job back?”
I nod enthusiastically, because that’s what my brain tells me to do.
But my heart? It’s second-guessing my choice.Did I make a choice already?Am I really staying with my parents instead of… I don’t even know what the alternative is. Chasing after Cain? Begging him for forgiveness? Living with him in constant and growing fear? Getting killed too soon?
“Okay, great,” My dad says, unaware of my inner turmoil, and turns around but stops in the doorway again. “What is the deal with Cain cutting my seer’s hand?”
