Page 115 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you finally drew something worthy of it, Alpha,” Lucifer says, and takes a sip of his wine.
My pulse picks up at the ‘worthy of it’ comment. Am I worth it?
Then he finally takes a look at his phone, and almost chokes on his red drink. “Oh, my fucking God! Wait.” He tilts his head, still looking at the pictures. “I’m kind of into that.”
I chuckle.
“Of course you are, you are true mates,” I say, before realizing my mistake. Claudia’s face falls immediately, and Beta is snickering at her.
I almost forgot Lucifer is a douche, but he has his way of reminding me of it.
“Will you reject him?” Cain asks—and this time—my face falls.
I listen carefully, hungry for all the information they might exchange now.
“It’s too dangerous, Alpha. Claudia is clearly not over her rejection, even a few years later. And remember how we had to babysit Atlas, because even though he didn’t feel anything, his wolf part still had random problems with shifting? He was off.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t have Alpha blood as we do,” Cain points out, while putting a second helping of dinner on his plate.
Well, I guess if someone wants to be a massive beast like him, he has to eat.
“So, would you suggest Asher does that?” Beta surprises me with his question. “You wouldn’t have to think of the fucker anymore. Alpha.”
Fucker? The mate they think I have somewhere else.
“Nope, it’s too risky,” Cain answers quickly without blinking. “She feels the bond. Remember how Claudia almost went feral?”
Wait, what?
“You went feral?” Curiosity wins over being a good friend.
“Yup. I would not recommend that. I couldn’t control myself or my urges.”
“Yeah, I had to fuck her at least five times a day,” Cain says, between eating and drinking his beer.
“Hm, that’s more than you have fucked your wife in total,” I say with a poker face.
Claudia and Beta burst out laughing, and Cain sprays us with his beer.
Someone here never had his princess training. I arch my brows and take a sip of my wine gracefully.
But it’s not wine. It’s pomegranate juice like the one back at home.
“You asked them for juice for me?” I ask Cain, surprised, but he just shrugs his shoulders.
“Oh, Gaia, come here!” he yells out, and I turn around in the direction he’s looking.
A young, teenage girl with a baby in her arms enters the dining hall. She smiles at him and walks to our end of the table.
“Hello, Alpha,” she says, and gives him the baby before sitting in the last unoccupied chair, the one on his left.
She fucking gave him the baby! And he looks so natural holding it in one arm. Cain and babies? What the heck?!
“This is juice,” he points at the pitcher I used. “But you can ask for water too.”
I realize he probably knows she’s breastfeeding. Or maybe she’s just too young for alcohol and he cares about that too.
Anyway, this whole scene is so disturbing on so many levels. He literally has his wolf-killing sword resting just a few inches away from the baby!
