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He keeps his eyebrow up, and grimaces like he knows I’m not telling the whole truth.
Of course, he knows.
Chapter 44 – You Are Asking The Right Questions
Iopen my mouth to make another lie, but at the same time, the first person comes to us for help, so I smile at the woman instead.
‘We’ll get back to it,’Cain’s husky voice invades my mind, accompanied by a slight headache. ‘Oh, I can mind link you now, even when you are blocking your thoughts.’
It’s the mark, enhancing our communication abilities because despite what he thinks, we are true mates, and he bonded us for life without the possibility of rejection.
One day, he will finally connect all the dots, while I’ll be already drowning in lies…
“Alpha, Luna,” the woman bows her head in submission. She’s short, skinny, way older than me, and has a nice, familiar face.
“That’s Harriet, she works at the mini wolf care center,” Cain provides me with the information.
Oh, that’s why I feel like I know her from somewhere!
“I think we met on my first tour with Gamma. Nice to see you again.”
She nods with a smile. I admit to her that I was going to visit the center today, to observe their practices to prepare for the big educational reform we can now make since our Kingdoms are not at war anymore, but it had to be rescheduled.
Cain’s grip on my waist tightens at the mention of me losing consciousness.
Harriet starts talking about the center's needs, and all three of us exchange some ideas. They both ask me a lot of questions about the resources my dad’s Kingdon can offer, and I answer them to the best of my abilities. Harriet is a Rogue from generations and was never in a standard school system, just like Cain. It shouldn’t surprise me that they didn’t employ some freshly convicted felon we used to send their way. Not many of them are preschool teachers anyway.
We end up scheduling a meeting, when I suggest Harriet’s presence could be beneficial in drafting educational reform propositions, before asking my dad for specific resources.
Cain keeps introducing everyone to me by name and occupation, and I start to think he really does know every single pack member that well. The most shocking thing is the fact that he even learned sign language for the one werewolf who is deaf.
We continue to discuss various concerns for the whole evening, while munching on the appetizers Beta thinks are worth trying.
I’m so into finally doing some life-changing work that I don’t even mind the compromising position Cain put me in. We make only one short break when the Rogue King finally makes his presence, and a bawdy comment on my new mark, which I brush off.
I know it’s enough for Brandon to drink only Cain’s blood; he’s an Alpha under the King, whom Brandon would have to obey by the chain of power, but apparently, that’s not how they do things here.
After the Rogue King cuts Cain’s palm with a ceremonial blade over the fancy crystal goblet, he cuts his palm, too, and puts it over Cain’s hand. Their blood mixes together before dripping into the cup.
Brandon kneels before them, drinks it all like it’s water—not thick werewolf blood—then says the standard pledge to them.
Cain takes the blood-dripping ceremonial blade from his father and Brandon’s hand, with an unreadable face.
“I accept your loyalty, and welcome you and your wolf form into my pack,” he says, while making a small cut on Brandon’s palm.
Ishiver with the memory of both of my pledges. The gross one with a whiskey glass full of Rogue King's blood, and the scary one choking on the blood straight from Rogue Prince's hand.
When the Rogue King leaves the ballroom shortly after, with one young warrior and three young girls I recognize as Claudia’s coworkers, Cain sits back on his chair and waves me over.
This time, I sit on his throne’s left armrest, and instead of complaining, he puts his right hand on my thigh with expectantly stretched fingers. I look at him blankly and slip my hand under his hand, wondering if that’s what he wants.
It is. He wraps his fingers around my palm, caressing the top of my hand with his thumb.
I lock my eyes with his Beta, who shrugs his shoulders before stuffing his mouth with a chocolate-covered strawberry. “I’ll bring you something to drink.”
When we finally get back to our moonlit room in the middle of the night, I’m exhausted, but so happy—I just throw my back on the bed, arms stretched, smile wide, eyes glistening.
“So, what’s the deal with your senses?” Cain asks, standing before me with his arms crossed.
