Page 119 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“I think my father might… oh shit!” I bolt out of the meeting hall, realizing she was wearing jeans when I last saw her.
My Gamma and Beta are on my heels, no questions asked.
I don’t even bother to mind-link her again, because somehow, I feel where she is. It’s probably due to the link I have with every member of my pack, or maybe her blood that I tasted is calling to me, but I run through the corridors instinctively knowing I’m getting close to her.
‘Cain!’she practically screams through the mind link, suddenly.
‘Ash? Little Wolf? What’s going on?’
Silence. I’m not even sure she knows she reached out to me.
I feel like I can’t run fast enough. I feel guilty that I left her without a second thought. I let her wear anything she wants; I should have made sure that she was not alone as I’ve always done—not without the reason. I will never forgive myself if she got raped because of that.
I can’t stand the thought of my father touching her at all! I swear I will kill his immortal ass if—
My heightened senses catch the presence of two royal wolves, and I slow down at the last moment.
“Oh, here you are,” I say, with the most unbothered voice I can muster.
Asher is pinned to the wall by my lewd father. He has a fist tangled in her pink hair, and she looks sideways—evidently trying to calm her pulse. In vain. I can hear her rapidly beating heart even from a distance.
So can he.
“I was just teaching your wife some manners,” my father says, and it takes everything in me to not yank her from his grip.
My eyes dart down to the small movement he does with his other hand. He’s opening the zipper of her jeans, and I can’t pretend to be bored and unbothered anymore.
I am very much bothered!
I push my whole body between them, facing my raging father with a rage of my own. He looks at me with disgust, like I am weak. But there is nothing weak in defending your wife from the Rogue King. Stupid, yes, of course. But weak? Not at all.
“I’ll discipline her myself, your Majesty, thank you for bringing it to my attention,” I say boldly through gritted teeth, because now is not the time to back down.
He smirks at me, but takes a step back.
“You’re welcome,” he says with a grin that freezes my blood.
He leaves, passing by my beta and gamma, who are standing with bored expressions stuck to their faces.
I feel Asher’s arms wrapping around my abdomen tightly; her whole body nestled against the back of mine, her breathing shallow, her pulse high, and her hands slightly trembling.
I look down blankly at her forearms tied together against my abs—not knowing what to do. I slowly drop my own arms and try to take a step forward, but she remains glued to my back.
“How bad did it look?” I ask my beta, but Gamma is the one who answers quietly.
“I guess, Alpha, it would look even worse if you had let him do whatever he wanted toyourwife, right?”
I drag my right hand over my face with frustration. “Fuck. It’s bad.”
“If he was truly offended, we would know by now,” Beta adds, almostwhispering. “He’s not the type to do elaborate revenge, is he?”
I chuckle coldly. Beta has a point. Cutting, stabbing, and killing on the spot is something rooted deep into my DNA from my father's side. If he was offended, I would be bleeding right now. Probably.
Maybe.
I’m not sure. Shit.
“Did you try to attack him? Ash?” I ask, trying to look at her under my arm.
