Page 155 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He can still mind-link her, but I’m pretty sure she’s smart enough to know to cover for me. I hope so.
I grab the black purse and new high heels I paid for with his Beta’s card, and leave, not waiting for more of his interrogation.
He’s too occupied with looking for the pocket square in the drawer chest to run after me, especially when he doesn’t have a clear reason to.
I go straight toCain’s office, and try to find bobby pins in my purse. They are always hidden in all my purses, just in case.
But the second I touch the doors, they just open wide before me.
I guess no one ever tries to snoop in the cruel Rogue Alpha Prince’s office, so he doesn’t need to close it. They are all too scared of him and his punishments.
Well, thankfully I’m not that smart.
I enter and close the doors behind me. I don’t know how much time I have, so I go straight to his desk.
There is a laptop sitting on it, and I power it on without a second thought.
My heart almost stops in anticipation. Does it have a password? Is it pin-protected? I will be screwed if it asks for a pin. I’m not even completely sure about our wedding date, let alone any of Cain’s truly important numbers.
The laptop’s system just starts up with a ‘bing’ sound, and doesn’t ask me for anything.What the heck?Is he really that cocky?
Just in case someone walks in on me, I try to look more confident while I open the browser in incognito mode to login into my email account.
I have to look like I should, and can be in here. I’ll be good then. As long as it won’t be anyone high enough to be on the constant mind-link with Cain, of course.
I draft a quick message to my brother Greg, asking him to pick me up from the border at ten a.m. on the day of the wedding. Normally I would proofread it a couple of times, but I don’t have time to be princessy proper right now. I send it as it is.
I wait for his response as long as I can, keeping the cursor over a log-out button, ready to leave no trace.
Greg’s always on his phone. He will write back. He must…
The doors open wide, “Luna?”
I look up, but don’t recognize the guy.
“Officer…?” I look back down because in my peripheral vision I noticed I’ve got a new email.
Gregory
I’ll be there
I click the log-out button and look at the unknown Officer expectantly.
“I am your husband’s Delta, Kylian,” he says with a sour voice, and steps inside, all imposing, arm crossed over a button-up shirt.
Shit! He’s definitely on the constant mind link with Cain!
“Do you need anything?” I try to look unfazed, because that’s my only way out.
“I should ask you the same,” he stares at me as if I was stinking.
I lift my brows at his attitude. Someone could cheer up here.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I close the laptop in a passive manner.
I don’t stand up. No, that would only underline the fact I shouldn’t be here. Instead, I open my purse in hope of finding anything makeup related, so I don’t have to use a marker for eyeliner. I mean, I need to have some make-up on at that party if I want to save my face from this situation.
Pun not intended.
