Page 151 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I try to eat my skin-charred fish with lemon zest baked broccoli that I helped prepare, but Claudia is staring at my bleeding shoulder.
“Just say it already,” I mumble to my plate, not looking at her.
Or anyone.
I can feel Cain starting to stare at me, too. And Atlas. And Beta. Shit, I know I can’t properly close the wound my marked true mate imposed, but come on, it’s deep. It’s not that suspicious. Yet.
“I just can’t wrap my mind around you two, dominating wolves having sex with each other.”
I shoot my eyes and brows up. Claudia looks at my mark, the indisputable proof that we indeed had sex good enough to complete the sacred werewolf ritual.
“What?” I almost spit out my broccoli, because I was not prepared for that question at all. I thought she was staring at my wound.
“I mean…” I notice Claudia suddenly glancing at Cain, like she wasn’t sure if she could say something. “I know first-hand how dominating our Alpha is, and you are an alpha-blooded wolf too… It must be hard for you to act submissive for him.”
“Thank you!” Cain exclaims with satisfaction, and turns to me again. “That’s exactly what I said yesterday. See?”
Why do we publicly talk about my sexual life, again?
I open my mouth but close it again. I thought I would be more dominant too. But that damn time I forced him to kiss me in that bathtub, and he quickly turned it around dominating me instead, I melted in his arms like fucking butter… I didn’t lie to him yesterday. I really don’t mind submitting to him. I like it. Maybe it did start because I was scared of him, but it continues because it’s exhilarating to give him control—especially after all the fighting for dominance in every other aspect of my life.
I turn to Claudia, “If what you are both suggesting was true, there would never be true mate bonds between two alpha-blooded wolves, and there are plenty of those.”
“So, you do like it?” she furrows her brows.
I sigh heavily.
“If you must know, I don’t mind giving up controlin bed. I do it because I want to, so technically I’m still in charge anyway, and I would appreciate it if we would never talk about our sex lives in front of the whole fucking pack!” I hiss at her, and shoot a death glare at Cain—who looks at me with narrowed eyes, as if he still doesn’t believe it's not an act.
He would believe me if he knew he was my mate. Of course, I like to submit to him in bed because he is dominating. And of course, he likes to dominate me, when I’m apparently gladly submissive after a long day of reign. We are annoyingly perfect for each other ineveryaspect.
I hate Moon Goddess.
“Luna!” Claudia gasps, looking at my shoulder this time, and abruptly stands up knocking down her chair.
I already know what I’ll see, because I can feel my dress getting very damp, very quickly. Wet actually. I glance down and it sure is. My front is red from gushing blood and I’m getting dizzy.
So dizzy…
Chapter 42 – Suffocating Under All That Toxic Shit
“Yeah, we know what that means, full moon, but that’s it. We decoded so much, but it’s still fruitless. Still more like a prophecy than real clues.”
I wake up to a conversation that makes absolutely no sense, and the oddly familiar bluish-gray windowless walls.
“Oh, finally,” Cain grunts at me. “Wear a ball gown.”
He turns around, and marches out without a second glance.
I’m laying in the infirmary in a hospital gown, left alone with Atlas and Claudia sitting on opposite sides of my bed.
“Why do I need a ball gown?” I try to sit up, but I get dizzy again.
I don’t need a doctor to know I lost too much blood. I was too distracted with all the fighting and keeping pretenses, and that stupid sex talk, to realize how bad it was. I knew it was compromised by the fact my true mate was the one that did it, but I didn’t think it would be missing-organ-serious. I thought it might be slower, but I should still be able to heal. Shit, I was wrong.
“Swearing-in ceremony,” Atlas responds while eating chocolate pudding, which I’m pretty sure should be mine.
“Thief,” I try to sit up again.
