Page 169 of Rogue Alpha Prince
It’s funny how official he calls his pack duties, but how warm and fuzzy they actually are. The people we met this past week were so lovely and happy that he came, and he knew all their names and occupations as always…
“Look who’s here. My favorite Luna.” Someone’s hot breath envelopes my neck, and the same hand I stabbed a week ago rests on the table near my plate.
Delta.
“Have you told our Alpha what you were doing in his office yet?” He invades my personal space so much, I have to fight an urge to get up from my chair.
There is a swish sound when Cain’s smooth move results in a dagger hammered into the same spot his delta barely healed.
I stare at the bleeding wound, and I must admit I never saw anything more satisfying in my life.
“She did,” Cain says with a blank face, and yanks off the dagger drawing Delta’s silent whimper.
I guess Cain never confronted Delta’s real agenda. He was waiting.
I’m watching the blood-dripping blade thrown at the white-clothed table near his full plate, with Cain’s fancy avocado toast contrasting with a medieval scene.
“Luna, are you ready to see your family?” Beta greets me and sits at my right, completely ignoring the fuming Delta standing between us.
“That’s today?” I try to stifle the rising panic in my gut, before my husband will be able to pick up on it. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
If I knew, I would have snuck out before anyone got up. I have to meet Greg at the border. I’m still full-on planning to get my break from Cain, especially after this week of nonexistent punishment—and an unpleasant walking reminder of what happened with my beloved grandma Edith. I need a mental break.
“Why? Do you need a new dress or something?” Cain asks with as serious a tone as a mouth full of avocado lets him.
“No, but I would pack… Oh, Claudia!”
She slumps inside the hall looking like she barely slept the night.
“Hi Luna, good morning, Alpha. Beta… Delta, I haven’t seen you in ages.”
The last one finally gets himself together and sits on the chair two seats away from me, muttering something about work at the north border. Hmm, I wonder why he wasn’t present at yesterday's meeting… But I’m sure Cain has more special plans for him, so I leave it be.
“Do you want to come with us to my family’s wedding?”
Claudia stares at me blankly for a full minute before slowly turning to Cain, “Could I, Alpha?”
He gives her an annoyed look. Nothing new.
“Oh, fuck it. Tomorrow is Sunday anyway. You can ride with Beta. Be at the front yard at eight a.m.”
“Thank you, Alpha. Oh Avocados. We haven’t had them in like two years!”
Thank the Goddess I made my way to Claudia’s room as soon as I packed myself, because she is a mess.
“You were clearly never in military school,” I comment on her doubtful packing skills while looking around the stylish—but girlish room with lots of white fabrics, rattan chair, and flowers. “You could have packed three times already.”
“I’m stressed, okay? I have never been in your Kingdom. I’ve never seen a normal human!”
This time, I look blankly at her for a minute.
“Okay… Let me help you pack. And don’t worry, you will be fine. Just smile and don’t call yourself a whore.”
“But I am a whore.”
“Okay, we will work on that.”
Thirty minutes later I am dragging both of our bags, while Claudia is cheerfully chanting “I am a prostitute; I am a sex worker!” over and over again.
