Page 222 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I mean, she said she already had a clue…
“Excuse me, but what’s wrong with that? It made peace in two fucking kingdoms, better lives for all werewolves, and it ultimately did allow me to kill that shitty King!” I stomp toward her, towering over her small, lean figure.
“You’re welcome, by the way!” she yells back, gesturing to the dead body.
All the stress I felt while watching her fight with my wicked father is now trying to leave my body with double strength.
“What were you even thinking, huh?! I told you it was punishable by death!”
I was so fucking worried about her!
“Oh, yeah,” she says with sarcasm dripping off her tongue, “And how would you find the magic stone without my help then, right?”
She throws her pendant at me, and I catch it automatically.
I’m speechless for a moment.
“It was… I… No, you know what? I won’t apologize for making you marry me because I fucking love you, and it is good for everyone, so deal with it!” I hiss and put the damn pendant on her neck.
She can kill me with it, but I don’t fucking care anymore. She’s already had her hand squeezed around my heart for months anyway.
She takes a few steps back and turns to the doors. Beta immediately steps toward her like he wants to follow her. He has been hovering over her instinctively all the time since the Unwanted battle. She saved me, his Alpha,so it’s natural for him. He may not even realize it yet, but I can see this growing devotion.
Ash suddenly stops with a huff and puts her bloody hand in her back pocket. She turns around and slams some small piece of paper to my chest. “You are getting a vasectomy.”
I catch it.
“I can’t get a vasectomy. It will heal,” I look down at the ultrasonogram picture, and I can feel my heart skipping a bit.
“Do you want to get the number to my father’s doctor? He got one with a silver blade ten years ago and it is still working,” she says coldly and turns to the exit again.
“It’s… that’s… triplets? Fucking triplets?!”
“Yup.”
“I’ll call that doctor today, thank you.”
“That’s what I thought,” she states, and I lift my eyes from the picture, but she’s already gone.
I start running after her, but Gamma’s hand stops me.
“It’s your only chance to change the blood law, my King,” he reminds me, using my new title like it is stronger than him.
Probably is. The whole pack must have felt the shift of power when my father’s body fell to the floor for the last time. Maybe they don’t know how exactly the power changed, but they’ll realize soon.
“Fuck.” I try to wrap my head around everything that just happened. “Make sure one of you is always with her. I don’t care what she wants to do, let her. Just make sure allfourof them are safe.”
Gamma bows lightly and runs after Asher and Beta.
I swear again, and stride to the blood book that stands on the wooden podium in one of the corners with a whole bookcase of other leather-bound old books about werewolves' laws and customs.
I imagined this moment somany times. My father's blood on my hands, writing the amendment—changing the law that made me kill my siblings… my baby sister… Or changing that other lawwedecided to update just a few hours ago, the one that could change so many lives for the better.
I find the page with the outdated law swiftly and read it for the thousandth time. It doesn’t sound any less ridiculous than the other nine-hundred-ninety-nine times, and we were so right about deciding to change it. It is ridiculous and hurtful and blocks so many other useful reforms.
I take the quill pen from the small glass box behind the book and go to sink the tip in the dead Rogue King's body.
I walk back to the book. It’s all so surreal. I’m finally holding the blood-driven pen over this enchanted book, which has haunted my dreams for as long as I can remember, but it’s not revenge anymore.
