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He stops the kiss and looks at my wide eyes with furrowed brows.
“I don’t know why I said that. But you are my wife so deal with it. See you later.” He turns and goes out.
I look at the closed doors blankly.
I can’t stop thinking about hisI love youlong after he’s gone. I know he didn’t mean it, but part of me is afraid it was his subconsciousness really starting to feel the true mate bond between us.
And it scares me to the bones.
I quickly put on a dress, just in case I meet the King, and run off to the library—desperate to finally find what I’m looking for.
I can’t let Cain feel the mate bond! Even if he’ll finally be mature enough, or whatever really lets werewolves feel our true mates—he will still be a ruthless Rogue Prince who can’t have a weak spot. He already choked me to the point of brain damage, because he thinks he has some feelings for me.
I can’t be his true mate, his weak spot, I just can’t.
Fuck! I need to reject him as soon as possible.
Chapter 37 – Almost Exhilarating
Ihurriedly emerge from the Castle to the courtyard, where we are supposed to meet—as if Cain wasn’t the one who came over an hour later than he previously promised.
I’m running up towards his voice, but I’m looking down to fix my deep V blood-red spaghetti-strap blouse. I’m also wearing high-waist black skinny jeans, and my black Chelsea booties. My strawberry blonde hair is almost back to its natural color—I let it fall on my shoulders in natural beach waves. I feel comfortable and sexy, but I gave up on the DIY choker in case I would have to shift into the wolf pretty quickly.
As in, for example, my date attacks me. I can’t fight him back in my wolf form, but I can certainly run away. Right?
“Sorry, my leather pants were taken to the laundry, and I’m running out of black things. But I kind of like our rock style, so I tried to—” I stop in my tracks when my eyes finally land on Cain.
It’s like déjà vu that keeps getting better. He’s leaning on his motorbike with a cigarette in his hand—the same way he was waiting for me before going to my brother’s birthday. I take a few steps forward while he’s taking a long drag, holding it in, before slowly letting the smoke swirl around us.
I shamelessly look him over.
He looks devilishly handsome in his black leather pants, tight black shirt, and combat boots. His beard is freshly trimmed, and his black hair combed back, but slightly disheveled, like he used his hands to do that. A few loose strands are falling over his forehead as always.
“Where are we going? Should I go back for a jacket or something?”
“No.” He takes another puff and puts the cigarette out.
Ican’t stop gawking at him.
He takes his leather jacket from the motorbike seat, and hands it to me with a smirk. I put it on and smell it shamelessly. Werewolf scent, subtle lemons, leather, and no cigarettes.
“Are you sure you smoke regularly? I can’t smell anything.”
“I do, but it’s my special blend, not tobacco.”
What, lemon grass?
We put the helmets on and sit on the bike. I wrap my arms in the, too-big jacket, tightly around his waist from behind.
“Why is your heart beating so fast?” he asks right away. Nothing escapes his attention.
“I ran.” A half-lie.
I did run, the maid he sent for me because my mind was blocked, found me deep in the library still undressed for the date. He doesn’t need to know that the real reason behind my heightened pulse is my plan to irreversibly break my heart—I finally found what I was looking for in the library this afternoon.
“Right.” He starts the engine with a kick, and we ride off the castle grounds—then leave the whole Rogue Capital City behind.
It’s my second time on the motorcycle and I have to admit, it does have an appeal.
