Page 167 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“I want him alive,” he demands with a bored tone, and my instinct says to pick up the knife that lies a few feet away and send it through his sexy neck.
It’s just the alpha blood talking, hating being under anyone’s command, so I choose to focus on fighting this Unwanted boy without sending him to the Gods. Boy’s not that bad—he is tall and big already and apparently smart enough to sneak into Rogue King’s territory.
A lot of punches, scratches, and a few desperate kicks later; I bring the boy by his neck to Cain’s feet, pushing his face into the forest ground.
“Your Highness,” I say with a sour voice.
“Good job,” he says like I was a pup, so my adrenaline-induced alpha blood boils.
But I can see his boils too.
I flinch when he kicks the teenager in the head, with a precision that allows him to lose consciousness. The boy lies lifeless but is still breathing. Now when I finally have time to really look at his dirty face, I think he might be sixteen butI wouldn’t be surprised if he was already eighteen either. I’m not that much older than him.
“I will fucking kill all of my officers for that kid crossing the borders, without any alarm.”
“Oh, can we put them in a good mood first? So, they don’t expect anything?” I say with excitement.
Cain lifts his eyebrows at me in amusement, “I did rub off on you, little wolf.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I used to do it all the time with Greg.” I start lifting the limp body of the teenager. “You don’t mean to kill them for real, right? Just punish?”
He rolls his eyes at me, neither confirming nor denying, and takes the boy from my hands.
“We should cover him,” I say, helping Cain arrange the unconscious body over my horse. “It’s cold, and he’s, well, possibly underage and butt naked.”
Cain takes off his fur cape and tugs it around the boy.
I wait for him to climb his horse first. When he stretches his arm to help me, I quickly regret doing so. He forces me to sit straddling him, front to front, just like the first day we met.
Seriously?
I wrap my hands around his waist with resignation, and bring my body closer to his. He kisses my head and clicks his tongue at the horse.
I hug him for my own comfort. Because despite all the confusing things he did to me, and even more things we should discuss honestly, starting with questioning why he keeps telling me he loves me—thislevel of intimacy is the only thing I feel I can control. I hug him because I want to. I don’t care what he feels, I don’t care what he thinks, I don’t care if I should put some boundaries between us, and I certainly don’t care about the mate bond pulling that I constantly ignore. I’m not doing it for any gain, or because of any feelings for him. I do it because it simply feels great on the physical level. The hardness of his muscles, the softness of his shirt’s fabric, the calming movement of his chest with every breath, the warmth of his body…
I can’t even tell how long it took us to get to the Capital City’s gates, because I was in my head the whole time, hugging myPrince of Darkness.
There is no happy ending here. Cain won’t stop acting arrogant and brutal, because that’s who he is. It’s not acting, it’s being. I can see he wasn’t lying about that. And he’s not some human male who can go to therapy. He’s a Rogue Alpha Prince werewolf, and thousands of people depend onthisprimal form. There is no way in hell or heaven, for people to ever warmly call him Alpha Cain instead of cold Rogue Prince, at some impossible end of our story.
It dawns on me that even if I had the right to fix him, he’s not broken. No matter what I thought the reason for Moon Goddess’s decision to pair us was, I can’t make him a good man.
Because he already is one, in his own, twisted, wicked way.
“I asked Beta to get the Unwanted discreetly to the dungeon for now, until you prep my officers,” Cain pulls me out of my thoughts.
I try to look around his shoulder at the other horse and the still unconscious boy riding on its back.
“Can you gather all of them in your office, Alpha?” I add the title because we are back in the Capital, and there are lots of people everywhere around—I’m not in the mood for another sick punishment.
I’m sure he would come up with a different one if he had to.
“Okay.” He pauses for a few seconds. “Done.”
“And you never guessed you are a part Lycan?” I ask skeptically, because being able to mind-link a dozen people at once with such ease is not normal, even for an Alpha King.
“Well, my father has the same Lycan blood, and with his abilities to compare, I guess I never thought there was anything extraordinary with me?”
I look up into his dark-framed navy-blue eyes. “Okay, makes sense.”
