Page 149 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He lifts his eyes at me and I’m lowering mine, notable to withhold his intense gaze.
The only words coming to my mind are the cursed ones I learned by heart, to sever the bond last night.Under the wisdom of Father of the Night, against the guidance of the Holy Mother of Wolves, I reject—
“You knew I didn’t want you to do it. It’s dangerous,” Cain says, with some kind of sincerity in his deep voice.
As if he would care for real if something happened to me—I fight the sudden need to roll my eyes at him. He doesn’t care.
“I have royal alpha blood; it wouldn’t be so bad,” I lift my head and say the first words in this conversation.
“And what would it get you?”
What?
“I… I thought you would prefer—”
“You know damn well you would get a second chance mate. You are a fucking princess,” he spits, and I glance at Atlas for some support, but the guy is too occupied with staring at the book. “Now, at least, your mate is in a different Kingdom, and you never see him. What if he…”
He looks at me with narrowed eyes and then smiles. His navy-blue eyes remain cold and my pulse rises even higher.
“Tell me,” He sits on the edge of the table again, thighs wide, hands connected, acting all relaxed and confident. “Who do you think your second chance mate would be?” he surprises me by pushing all the power of alpha command into this seemingly innocent question.
“Atlas,” I’m compelled to say, and I immediately cover my mouth with both hands. I look into his angry eyes with dread.
I can’t believe I said that!
I notice Atlas taking a step away from me.
“Alpha, I can cut allcontact with her, I’m sure Delta will do great with guarding her from now on.”
“Nonsense. You will continue to be with her. All. The. Fucking. Time. Everywhere.”
I always knew Cain, the Rogue Prince himself, is the best at torturing, but this weird punishment? I would be impressed if I wasn’t so mad at him for turning my life into one enormous stress!
“What did you think I’d—”
“You have my fucking mark on your neck!” Cain doesn’t let me finish, and I realize he wanted me to say it would behim. “We are so compatible it’s fucking ridiculous, and you moan my name every—”
“You have a mate!” I shout cutting him off.
He looks at me taken aback.
“You can’t be my second chance mate, because you still have your first true mate,” I try to reason with him calmly, bending the truth to my advantage. “Atlas doesn’t, not anymore.”
“She has a point,” Atlas chips in, to his demise.
I look in slow motion, as Cain draws one of his knives and throws it at his gamma, giving my adrenaline a rush.
I look down at my left shoulder in shock. I didn’t even know that I sidestepped in front of Atlas. Not truly. Not until I felt radiating pain from the deep cut by Cain’s blade.
“Seriously?” my dear husband asks me, annoyed as if instinctively protecting your pack member was all the confirmation of cheating he needed.
“Seriously?” I repeat his question with my own annoyance, taking his knife out of my flesh. It was at the height of Atlas’s heart. “You are the most confidently arrogant prick I’ve ever met, and somehow you are still the mostinsecure, jealous—”
The rest of my rant is muffled by Atlas's hand covering my mouth. “Watch your tongue, Luna.”
I shudder at his warm breath on my cheek. Sometimes he could be as creepy as his Alpha.
Cain takes a step to me, so I give him his knife back with a huff. I’m still muffled by Atlas’s hand, and by the look of Cain’s eyes on me, it’s approved.
