Page 154 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He stops mid-move and looks at me blankly.
“What?”
“Maybe I should go to the wedding alone. Or with… I don’t know.”
“Or with Atlas?” he scoffs at me. “What the hell, Ash?”
He abandons the tie and takes a step in my direction.
I take a step back and, by the look on his face, it’s a big, fat mistake.
“You are not going to the alpha-filled wedding without your husband, and it’s the end of the discussion.”
“Okay,” I lie, because I’m apparently this whole new untrustworthy person that I don’t recognize anymore.
He creepily observes me while I’m brushing my teeth in the bucket of fresh water, and then while I’m choosing a dress for the evening.
I pick something not black on purpose. I don’t want to match Cain. I don’t want to give him this satisfaction.
“You won’t wear that,” he comments at the sage gown I’m taking out of the wardrobe.
I roll my eyes, “Fine.”
I take out a papaya orange dress just to make him growl.
And he does growl at me, but it’s not as satisfying as I thought. It’s actually arousing. Fuck me.
Yes, fuck me!The wolf part of my brain can’t take the sexy picture out of my head.
I ignore it, and take out an extra-long grey off-the-shoulder gown with a high slit, and I challenge Cain with a lifted brow.
“Fine.”
He sits on the bed to put on his black dress shoes.
“Do you have fancy balls often?” I change into the gown as quickly as possible.
“Tired werewolf is a well-behaved werewolf. If we don’t fight, we party. Balls, concerts, sex orgies…”
Try to fucking go to an orgy, and I will rip your… I abruptly stop my inner alpha-wolf monologue, trying to tell myself it’s just my possessive werewolf nature, and not some feelings I truly have.
It’s just lust, that's all.
“Zip me,” I stand back to him.
“We have to go soon,” Cain says while helping me, little tingles dancing on my skin where his fingers brush over. “How much more time do you need?”
All these empty corridors I passed on my way here, gave me an idea.
“I’ll go with Claudia; she’s waiting for me to help with makeup.” It’s the only excuse that comes to my mind.
I know Claudia won’t come to the party for a long time, with the list of things she wanted to do, so she won’t have a chance to blow my cover.
“Oh yeah? Do you know where her room is?” he’s a skeptic.
I don’t blame him. He has good instincts; I would be disappointed if he didn’t ask even one question.
“Of course, on the second floor,” I make an educated guess. “And you should wear the pocket square.”
