Page 108 of Rogue Alpha Prince
‘And what if it is not crying, Alpha?’ he asks skeptically.
‘That would mean someone else is taking care of it and our conscience is clear.’
‘Do we have a conscience, Alpha?’
I shoot him a death stare. It is just an innocent baby for fuck’s sake.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you everything!” The woman can’t stand the silence while we are clearly communicating in my head.
If I had known it could be this easy, I would have saved one crispy white shirt and at least a couple of hours.
By the time I’m done pulling everything out of the Unwanted, her baby is still out of our radar. I don’t give a fuck about her, but the baby? It deserves a chance.
“We never had your child,” I cross my arms, still holding a knife in one hand.
A painful sob escapes her mouth, and she shuts her eyes tightly.
“I’m going to kill you either way at some point, but you have a choice to tell us where he is so we could help him. Or her. Is it a boy or a girl?”
She shakes her head with a whimper.
“Last chance, you either tell me so I can send a warrior to get the baby and bring it to you for a feeding—or I’m assuming you left it with someone safely and we stop looking for it completely.”
She opens her eyes and fails to look at me defiantly.
I raise my brows.
Okay, if the baby will die because it’snotwith someone else, it’s on her now.
I slit her throat without a second thought, at the same time the doors slam open.
I look up. It’s my father in his usual Rogue King attire. A more elaborate version of my warrior gear—with a much longer cape; made of the fur from three mothers of his other children, tinted red with their blood, and no weapon attached to his holster chest-crossing belts.
My Beta trails after him with an apologetic look.
“Oh, I missed all the fun?” Father says with a smile I hate.
“It wasn’t fun.” Not in his sense of humor at least, “She just said everything after my… after one of my officers bluffed that we had her baby.”
He steps to the back of Unwanted with a questioning look.
“Breastmilk.” I lean on my desk, with the intention of mind-linking Hank to clean up all the blood and take care of the body…
‘Hey, Hank, come to—'
My father slips his hand into the front of the dead Unwanted’s shirt to cup her breast, and my mind goes blank and cuts the link.
“Engorged, mmm,” he groans and dips down, tearing first the shirt’s fabric, and then the bra.
What the fuck? Does he…? He does! He wants to suck breast milk out of a blood-covered dirty dead body… Ugh.
He is doing it!
Oh, no, I’m out. Atlas better be close to finding that ancient scroll, because I’m not sure how much more fucked up shit like that I can take.
I pass the gross scene and take off as quickly as possible, without drawing my father’s attention. Beta flanks me with wide eyes.
“It was fucked up, right? Or is it just me?” I ask him, when we are no longer within the King’s hearing distance.
