Page 104 of Rogue Alpha Prince
But this cannot stop me from trying to ignore all the feelings I have for him. He’s still going to kill me if I’m not on my best behavior.
“So, Ella said that you didn’t make any non-sex pact.”
It takes me a good few seconds to realize that this question is directed at me.
“Excuse me?” I look up from my lemon ricotta pancakes that Cain would love.
“We had a bet,” Greg says, snacking on toasted walnuts on my right, “How quickly you would give in to your new husband and have sex with him. And Hashy here is sour that he lost betting on the no-sex pact for the first few months.”
“Hey, that’s what my parents did!” Hashy, our royal beta’s oldest son, whimpers. His parents hated each other before discovering they are Goddess-gifted true mates. It took some time to overcome that.
I wonder how much, or what Hashy lost.
“Well, at least the rest of us still have a chance,” Greg laughs.
I notice from the corner of my eye that my mom shakes her head with resignation. Probably not the first time they have been talking about it during meals.
“I bet for the wedding night!” Ella says, enthusiastically.
“Well, you lost,” I say dryly, loading another fork full of pancake in my mouth.
“When I asked your huge hot Rogue Prince about it, he just told me you had some little game?” Greg questions, and I almost choke on my brunch.
Did Cain really say that? When? Why?
“What game?” Ella catches the bait.
I shoot an apologetic look at my dad, who despite being the person who told me what sex is when I was just six, I’m sure doesn’t want to hear any actual details of it now.
“You almost won, Ella, but, well, I don’t remember why he said he wouldn’t take me until I begged for it. I figured we were already married anyway, and I didn’t have anything to lose, so I started teasing him to make him break without me begging.”
My dad massages his temples, and my mom blushes, but grins.
“You were always a little bit competitive,” she says jokingly.
“Who won? And when?” Ella asks, practically sitting on the edge of her chair.
How much money did they put in this bet?!
“Honestly, after a few days of torture and humiliation, it got a little bit blurry for me,” I send them a chilly smile.
That gets everyone's undivided attention, but I shrug my shoulders and go back to eating.
However, my attention is drawn to Greg and one of the twins. I can’t tell which one it is from this angle, but Greg is scowling and giving her some money. They must have figured out that we had sex already, and she must have bet for it to happen in the first week.
“I can’t believe you actually slept with our enemy!” she exclaims with disappointment, despite betting her money on it.
Glad to know she thinks so lowly of me.
“Excuse me?” Ella is as livid as if someone just told her the Earth is flat, “Have you seen him?! He’s hot! H.O.T.”
“So, for real, who do you think will take the throne after you are no longer available?” the other twin asks me, to everyone’s delight.
I look at my siblings. Almost all of them are still underage. To be honest, the twins are showing the most King-like qualities, but they are still kids, sixteen. And no matter how much it hurts me to admit that it does matter, they are girls. It’s too much of a stretch to anticipate they will somehow win over so many older brothers.
“I don’t know, maybe you should fight each other like the Rogues,” I finally say dryly, and they all laugh as if it’s a joke.
I’m not sure it was.
