Page 136 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“No?” he asks sarcastically, looking every inch like the Ruthless Rogue Alpha he truly is.
Something in this whole situation tells me deep inside, that Cain just wants me to choose him over anyone else.
“No.” I shake my head. “You are enough. I don’t need anyone else. I… I don’t want anyone else. I just… you just bonded us for life in front of the Gods!”
More than we already were, but he doesn’t know that. He can’t ever know that. Oh my Goddess, someday, hewillknow that. He will feel that, and I’m doomed.
I’m so fucking doomed.
“Why are you so afraid of this?” Cain is already more tuned to my emotions, and he marked me barely minutes ago.
Or was it hours? I don’t know, but it’s already dark—only a full moon lending us light, mocking me like its Goddess.
I was supposed to reject Cain under this moon!
Either way, there is no point denying I am afraid, I just need to find other valid reasons to be. There’s a lot of them, so I start talking, “Maybe you are not cheating on me yet, but someday you’ll start, and with this mark, you’ll literally break my heart, and—”
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“Just stop.”He exhales deeply. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want some mate. I want you. I chose you. You are my Luna now, and I can andwillbreak you and your bones, but I will never break your heart. Never, I mean it.”
It feels like it’s already broken. I realize, somehow I still got my heart broken today, even when I’ll never have a chance to reject him to save my life.
I start sobbing, because why not? My face is already puffy and wet and probably all covered in snot. My princess etiquette teacher is rolling in her grave.
He slips down my body and puts his head on my chest. It’s a little bit heavy, but his weight rests on his elbows on both sides of me so I can breathe.
“I would kill for some avocados,” he admits randomly.
“What? Why?” I laugh through tears, because it’s such a ridiculous thought to have in this situation.
“I don’t know, I just like them… I don’t know why they randomly popped into my head right now, I have not eaten them in like two years. Too much war to even remember to order them.”
I wipe my face with my hands.
“Can youorder them? I miss my daily avocado toast breakfast.”
He props himself up to look at me, surprised.
“Wait, you used to eat avocado toastevery day?”
“Mm-hmm!” I nod.
“Oh fuck, that’s the dream,” he rests his head on me again. “Now I don’t know why you even agreed to this marriage. I have to step up.”
I chuckle and turn my head to the dark forest. Trees are rustling, but I can’t hear any animals. Even the tiny ones are hiding from the huge predator I’m hugging right now. They know better than I do.
We are snuggling on the blanket, naked, for what feels like a very long, but surprisingly comfortable time—with his body giving me all the heat I need, until I’m finally ready to get back to reality.
Ipat his shoulder, and he stands up without asking what’s going on. We just start dressing up and cleaning after the picnic, without exchanging a single word.
When he puts everything we used inside by the doors, I lean over the railing on the patio.
Ourpatio.
“Is it really yours? The house,” I ask skeptically, when he comes back.
