Page 12 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I gasp, feeling his silky black fur on my naked skin. He was too close to me to change safely, but he did it anyway.
He nudges me with his wet nose like some pet and not the most dangerous predator he really is. I keep to myself the need to pet his fuzzy ears, guessing he wouldn’t like this kind of ‘disrespect.’
I know what his nudges mean, so I let go and turn into my wolf form as well.
I’m bigger than ordinary wolves but still much smaller than him. My fur is as luscious as his but light in color—gray like my eyes with a unique pinkish hue.
With my wolf sight, I notice that his black fur has a hue, too, a cold blue one—complementing his navy-blue eyes.
He is a magnificent beast, but I’ll never tell him this.
He nudgesme again, this time my side, and starts to run up the quiet cobblestone street like he wants me to follow. I start running, keeping his pace, side by side, and he doesn’t seem to mind. No, he’s letting me. Maybe he wants to chase me? I start to run faster as soon as I notice all the cute tiny lamps over the street before us. The path. Is it made for us? For the wedding?
I don’t really care why they are here, they are so beautiful. So I run—forgetting about all my problems—paws bouncing off the polished stones. My eyes take in all the beautiful lights as I run through the lit-up path, noticing the first people looking at us from the sidewalks. Then more and more, the closer we get to the castle on the hill.
Rogue Prince chases me for the fun of it, sometimes gently nipping on my sides and tail but mostly just pretending he cannot catch me in time. Oh, he can. I know he can. He just doesn’t want to. Not yet.
We are up the hill, nearing the castle ground, and cute little lights are no longer the only thing hanging above us. Now, there are white wildflowers, too. It is so beautiful I can’t keep up the chase anymore. I don’t want to. I slow down to look at the flowers and lights in the sky above us. The magnificent black wolf beast takes his chance, jumping over me and nipping my neck—playfully attacking me—but not hurting me for real. We are a tangled mess, like some tiny kittens playing with each other. We roll like this through the entrance to the castle ground. People around us are cheerfully shouting, clapping, and wooing, so we stop and look around.
A path of white flower petals between the crowd of smiling people leads to the altar in front of the ivy-covered castle wall. The Rogue King in his velvet red cape is waiting for us there.
We look at each other with a glint in our wolf eyes.
And then we race.
It’s a short distance, but I give what I can, almost tying with the black beast. Almost. He’s a second too fast, but I can’t stop grinning inside. I feel so free. So happy.
We fall in front of the altar and the King. He smiles at us, and the crowd cheers even louder.
Then it’s silent.
Alpha Rogue Prince changes back to his human form. Bending on one knee in front of me, his unruly black hair falling down his face. I’m instinctively changing back, too—my human form on my hands and knees, standing up to follow his lead. I push my half-destroyed braid off my face, as I have never been good at maintaining my hairstyle after the shifting.
Before I can even think about being naked in front of all these people, some staff is throwing robe capes over our shoulders—mine white as snow, and his black as night. We are completely covered.
My hand involuntarily reaches for the clasp of the cape they gave me. It’s a gold leaf, the same as on the black one. They are beautiful and very detailed.
We are in front of each other. The Rogue Prince takes a step closer—so do I. He smiles down at me—I smile back at him. As simple as that. Not a worry in my mind. Not after that exhilarating run in our wolf forms. It was too pure to tint with unholy intentions now, so I don’t.
I am just in the moment. No overthinking, just experiencing. I’m looking into the eyes of the man before me, tuning out everything else, as he looks back at me. Rogue King is saying something to us, to the crowd, I don’t know, I don’t think, I just am. Drowning in those piercing navy-blue eyes.
King gives us chalices with some red liquid. The scent of fruity alcohol mixes with the fresh air as we lift them up.
“I take you as my wife, the Royal Alpha Princess,” says Rogue Prince, intertwining his wine-holding arm with mine.
“I take you as my husband, Cain, the Rogue Alpha Prince,” I say back, and we drink from our chalices with our arms intertwined.
I catch his surprised look for a moment. He probably wasn’t aware I knew his real name. Heck, I am pretty sure he doesn’t know mine. At least not until his Beta or one of the officers recognizes me.
King takes our wine cups from us—Rogue Prince wraps his hand around me, drawing me to himself. He leans and forces a kiss on me.
I give in. Our lips and tongues crash together, and we kiss like there’s no tomorrow, as if it’s not our first time but the last. It’s hot and heavy and so not appropriate for the smiling crowd that is cheering us on right now.
I don’t care. Not tonight. Not when I am so disgustingly carefree.
But this silly happiness doesn’t last long. It shuts down with the door of my newlywed husband’s bedroom.
Chapter 5 – I Can Scream Yours
