Page 182 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I’m their Luna for fuck’s sake and they keep talking to me like I came there for just a short vacation.
“Whatever. Luna.”
I growl at his disrespect and angrily stomp toward the bathroom.
“Shower? Beta.” I mutter under my nose, mimicking Cain’s tone from before.
Beta follows me to the bathroom, but fortunately, only to check for possible escape routes like windows, I suppose.
Smart men. I would escape just for fun if he would leave me alone with any window.
“Content?” I ask,and he gives me an annoyed stare before taking a few steps back to lie down on my queen-sized bed.
“Don’t close the doors,” he tries to stop me from slamming them in his face, but I have none of it.
I keep muttering all kinds of Cain’s style commands as a joke. Styling my hair? Beta. Restroom? Beta.
He is clearly annoyed, and when I try to make one up about putting on a dress, he strides to me and forcefully closes my mouth with his palm before I have a chance to say his pack title again.
Someone knocks at the door at this moment.
“Shit,” he whispers. “That’s your brother.”
He can smell his true mate's scent from behind the doors? Fucking Lycans.
I drag his hand down my face. There is the knock again, so I shout back, “Just a minute!”
“Do you still want to ignore him?” I’m mouthing at Beta, and he nods. “Okay, wait in the bathroom. WiFi password is Ashisbest, together, capital A.”
He doesn’t hide the suspicion in his eyes.
“Just go!” I hiss and go to the door.
I open them to Greg dressed in a custom-tailored tuxedo with an indigo bowtie.
“Where’s your date?”
“We are meeting later. Why are you still in a towel, sis?” he asks and walks in, passing me with a bump of the elbow. “And why was your sexy husband seen leaving the premises?”
Should I make a lie? Can I tell the truth?
Hereads my hesitation wrong because he comes to rub my arm in a comforting manner.
I clear my throat.
“He had to. Pack business. Can you help me with my dress?” I show him the tight, strapless navy-blue gown made with sequins that he has already helped me pull on several occasions.
“Oh, hell no. I’m calling back up.” He goes back to the doors, “MOM! COME TO ASHER’S ROOM!”
I burst out laughing. “It’s not that bad, and we could have called Claudia, not the Queen of the Werewolves.”
“I just saw Claudia, and she’s still working on her makeup. But I bet you that it’s exactly what Mom will say when she comes here,” he rolls his eyes theatrically.
“No way.” I pick up the sparkling dress. “She will only growl at us and help without a single word.”
“Fine, but the loser doesn’t eat dessert at the wedding.”
Shit. The stakes are high… but only for me.
