Page 131 of Rogue Alpha Prince
Still, I miss my car.
And flush toilets.
He slows down when the road turns into the middle of the forest—I hope it really is a date and not some new fucked-up way to scare me into obedience.
I’m pretty obedient to him anyway! I try to be at least. I think. Am I?
He stops in the clearing in front of some modern building.
Itake off my helmet and take it all in. It’s a huge house, built from massive logs, with many full-wall-size windows that give it a very contemporary look.
“Do you like it?” Cain asks, hopping off his bike and taking his helmet off.
He gives me a hand to help me hop off too, and then puts away our helmets on the bike. I stand in front of the building unsure why he brought me here. It looks… empty.
I look at my Rogue Prince questioningly.
“It’s mine. Ours.” He shrugs.
“Ours?” I look at the house like it could magically puff away any second.
“It’s not furnished yet.” He stands by my right side, and stares at the building, too. “They just finished this phase. You can still arrange and decorate according to your style, if you want.”
Can I? I don’t think I have a style. All my life I’ve just lived wherever they want me. Where I can’t exactly change anything, because it is either the property of the royals or the military—not mine, not for real. So, I just… adapt.
“Black grew on me, to be honest,” I say finally.
He laughs full-heartedly—and it makes me blush for what feels like the first time in years.
“So, what do you think?” He looks back at me, searching my face with his navy-blue eyes.
I love those eyes.
“I have one question. Are there normal bathrooms in there?”
“Define normal.” He smirks.
I swat at his shoulder playfully, like we are a real couple or best friends.
I immediately regret it, of course. Hitting ruthless Rogue Prince, however innocent the reason, is just unacceptable—what was I thinking?! I’m waiting for a slap in the face or—
He grabs my hand andkisses it, while looking straight into my eyes. Coldly. It somehow feels worse than a knife put to my neck would.
It feels like a threat.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat—my eyes are being summoned by the round white circle already visible over the tree lines.Full moon.I avert my eyes back to my wicked husband.
Cain straightens his back, smirking at me. He knows I’m scared of him. He seems to like me that way. I know it will only get worse for me with every passing day.
There is nothing that scares me more than him realizing, somehow, I am his true mate and his only potential weakness. It’s getting closer, I can feel it. Even if he’ll never have the blessing of scenting the bond for himself—I will only get more and more occasions to slip up on my lie.
He fishes keys from his tight back pocket, and goes to the front doors. I follow him inside, but my mind is elsewhere.
Am I absolutely sure I’m making a good choice? I don’t know. But I want to live, and I don’t have much time. I have to do this while I still can.
I probably only have a few more months before he’ll try to mark me for real, and I won’t be able to reject him anymore. Not without his consent and knowledge, anyway. But I couldn’t find anything specific about rejecting your already marked, true Goddess-gifted mate—other than the fact it seems quite impossible to do.
Rejecting him on the full moon—while he doesn’t feel anything yet, and doesn’t even know if I am just joking or not—is my last chance at severing this mate bond. I am determined to do it while I still can. This full moon. Tonight.
