Page 109 of Rogue Alpha Prince
Beta looks at me weirdly, like he was concerned I had to ask.
“I mean… I’m still considering throwing up,” he says.
I shake my head in disbelief. I always knew my father is some next level of fucked up, and an apple doesn’t fall far from a tree, but sucking milk out of a dead tit is just… fuck. It was gross.
“Alpha, we need to—”
“I know, and quicker than we thought.”
I try to connect with my Gamma, but he must still be out in the enemy’s territory and way too far away, because I can’t feel him at all.
We reach the dining hall. The doors are open wide for lunchtime and full of chatting people; but my heart drops when I see Claudia sitting alone, poking her food with a fork and bored face. Asher is absent. Did she change her mind and go back to her parents?
“Aren’t you coming?”
“Hm?” I look back at my Beta, “No, I don’t have an appetite after… you know.”
“After the King sucked dead tit?” He chuckles, and I give him a death stare before turning on my heel.
‘Ash?’
‘In our room.’She mind-links back immediately and I’m fucking relieved.
I don’t know why.
I’m still mad at her for telling me I’m not good enough for her. But I guess I feel like if she left now, it would be like being rejected a second time the same day.
I wonder, on the way to her,why did she come back so quickly? It’s barely been a few hours. I mean, treaty-wise, she could have tried to stay there for a few years—until my father would demand the promised heir from us.
To be honest, I wanted her to realize someday she wants to come back tome, but this quickly? Suspicious. Not after the mental breakdown she had last night. Well, this morning, actually.
Does she even wantto be here? Or did someone make her?
I could swear I saw the relief on her father's face when I implied I was leaving her, without any consequences for the treaty… so it’s doubtful he would make her. But he did give her up in the first place, so maybe she is just following some plan. I mean, it would be suspicious if they didn’t have some secret agenda, besides the obvious pros of the agreement.
I reach my bedroom door at the same time as a panting male servant.
“What now?” I ask impatiently.
There is a trail of clothes leading from the bed to the wide-open balcony. Asher is standing there in just her panties. Thank God it is made of stone, because no matter how angry I am with her, something tells me I would go feral with jealousy if anyone outside could see her full and perky breasts right now.
I slam the bedroom doors after me, and pick up my favorite leather jacket from the floor.
Asher doesn’t look in my direction. She just chills, arms resting on the railing, ass cheeks perked up. But she’s a werewolf and knows I’m here. She doesn’t even flinch when I join her outside and throw the jacket on her naked arms, while I still have some restraint in me. That butt, oh, I wish I could—
“Go on, scream at me. I deserve it,” she says, and I’m surprised to hear some self-loathing in her tone.
I cross my arms and lean on the doorframe—pondering on all the times my father remained silent and how much more terrifying it was than screaming. Maybe saying nothing would bring better results here, too? Either way, I don’t have time for it now.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I ask with a bored, and unimpressed expression.
She shakes her head lightly, straightens up, and turns to face me.
“You better not leave me ever again, because I will always find a way and come back to you,” she says with conviction, looking straight into my eyes.
What the fuck? That’s the most…romanticthing anyone has ever said to me. What am I supposed to say to that?!
“I… I need to go. They informed me that some girl with an infant came for help, and they need my judgment.”
