Page 170 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Do I want to ask?” Beta looks her over while sitting on a carbon copy of Cain’s motorcycle.
I step to my husband, waving my hand at the greyish swirls coming from the custom herb cigarette he is smoking every damn time he’s leaning his ass on this bike.
He pulls me in for a kiss while taking a drag, and blows the smoke straight into my mouth.
I almost slap his arm and cough profusely, while my lungs burn and try to heal themselves, “Cain!”
I hear a gasp behind me and turn to see Claudia’s wide eyes.
“Relax, Luna always shows zero respect when they are alone,” Beta says, pushing an extra helmet into her hands.
“But they are not alone right now. Will Luna be in trouble?” she whispers back, concerned.
Oh, girl… Wait until you’ll see how much trouble I’ll get into while dragging you to my brother’s car.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Cain screams after us on the border.
I push Claudia into the back of my… well, my brother's car. He sits behind the wheel with his eyes stuck to his phone.
“Hi, I’m Greg.”
“Claudia. I’ve never ridden in a car. Oooh, you have a strong aura. Are you an Alpha too?”
I close her door, and run around to the front passenger door while shouting to Cain: “See you later, love you!”
“You are at this point of a relationship that quickly?” My brother asks surprised as soon as I close the doors. He starts driving with tires screeching.
“No, but it got him speechless, didn’t it?” I chuckle.
Greg looks in his mirror and smirks.
“It sure did. Do you want to lose them?”
I know he respects Cain and is not suicidal stupid, but he also always puts me first, even if that might get him in trouble.
“No, it’s fine. They can even tail us if they want, I don’t care as long as I have this little break.”
Greg puts music on with his freshly manicured finger, and I close my eyes to take a nap while my brother can chat with my new best friend.
“I’m a whore.”
My eyes open wide, “Claudia! We practiced this!”
Greg laughs at me. “What’s with you and prostitutes? It’s like the third one you befriended.”
“What?!” Claudia is shocked, because she doesn’t know my brother’s specific sense of humor yet.
“He is joking, relax,” I roll my eyes.
“Oh, you have painted nails!” She squeaks at my brother’s indigo masterpiece. “Alpha Prince never wanted to order nail polish for us. Wasn’t essential or whatever.”
“What do you mean not essential?!”
“Both of you. Relax. Claudia, if you want, I’ll take you to the human drugstore and let you pick whatever colors you want. And we will pay with Cain’s money. And stop wincing every time I call my husband by his name.”
I can’t help but smile at her lit-up face.
“Can I… can I meet some humans too?”
