Page 31 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He doesn’t answer, just throws some fabric at my face.
“Alpha,” I murmur before he can accuse me of being disrespectful.
I look at the fabric. Robe. So, a wolf run, then. I put it on and look around.
It’s barely dawn, and it’s a little bit dark in the room. There is a plate with a sandwich on my military book, and my stomach rumbles loudly.
I haven’t eaten since… probably before the bloody office situation.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I say and take the food. I don’t even register what’s inside, I’m starving!
I can feel his impatient eyes on me.
“Done,” I put the empty plate down and follow his lead outside.
We don’t pass anyone on our way.
“Did you make my sandwich yourself, Alpha?” I ask, knowing it can’t be true.
“No,” he admits without shame, “I gave you one of mine. Night shift always prepares my breakfast super early. They are asleep now.”
That would explain why the whole castle is weirdly quiet.
We go out the back entrance into the garden, where one lonely wolf guards the doors.
The sky is clear and orange, and it’s a little bit chilly, at least when you are in the robe.
He stops at the edge of the castle grounds but not from the city site. The dark and dense forest starts here, and I’m suddenly not so calm about this run of his.
“Are you sure it’s safe, Alpha?”
“Are you sure you are a werewolf?”
I scoff at him and slip off my robe to shift. I stand as a light-grey wolf before him and howl.
He pats my head like I am a pet, not a beast, and then slaps my back to prod me to start a run.
So, I do. I run through the forest, looking back at him for just a moment. He’s out of the joggers and shifts swiftly midair.
I immediately feel chased, so I speed up. He speeds up too—only heightening the weird sensation. Oh yes, he’s hunting me. I’m sure of that.
I won’t give up without trying.
I can hear him gaining on me by the crunch of the forest floor behind. He’s fast, too fast. He scares me. My heart is pumping in my chest loudly, my lungs are burning, my paws are hurting, and my fur is getting smacked by the occasional branches I don’t have time to steer clear of. I give my all to speed up even more.
We are so deep in the forest that it is still dark here. It’s way too quiet. No sounds—except my panting and branches snapping under our paws. The animals are scared of us. Of him. Ultimate predator who’s now after me.
I run into the clearing, and that’s when I feel the graze of his sharp teeth for the first time—proof of his true intentions.
It’s not a playful chase like at the wedding. It’s a hunt.
I am his ultimate prey.
I stumble with my limbs giving up under my weight, and he seizes the opportunity by crushing his huge black body with mine. We roll in a tangled mess through the clearing.
He’s acting feral, but I won't go out without a fight.
I dodge his bite at the last moment, adrenaline pumping through my veins—I try to bite him back with all the conviction.
