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“You should be,” he says, straightening up. And there is something in his tone of voice that sounds like a bitter truth.
“What do you mean?” I seek his eyes again.
He shrugs his shoulders, looking to his right absently.
Chapter 11 – A Respectful King-Friendly Way
Ispend the rest of the day in the bedroom, where the new wardrobe awaits. Huh, that was quick. I finish unpacking my clothes in no time. After all that morning adrenaline, I have too much energy—so I do some push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches and then go outside to ask for fresh, warm water. I can’t find anyone, so I go back and lie down on the bed to read instead.
Someone would have thought they would post some guards behind the door, but apparently, they don’t think I would be stupid enough to do anything that the Rogue Alpha Prince wouldn’t like.
And they are fucking right.
Rogue Prince is not back until late afternoon when he asks me to change into a dress and takes me to dinner.
I don’t understand him at all. On one hand, he humiliates me, hunts me, and torments me in freezing water. On the other, he takes me for meals, kisses me, gives me his breakfast, warms me up with his body, and seems to spend all his free time with me.
It’s all mixed together in an unsolvable puzzle.
The dinner hall is already stuffed and loud when we enter.
We sit in the same chairs we had the day before, and I start to converse with the same brunette beauty. Rogue Prince never introduced me to anyone, so I don’t even know her name, but she seems nice.
She sits so close to him, just one empty chair apart, maybe she’s his cousin?
Inotice the same pair having sex in the corner of the hall. This time, the girl is facing me, bent over some chair. She cries. I know there are a lot of kinky people in the world, but these are for sure not tears of joy.
“Is he…” I start asking in shock, and the Rogue Prince’s potential cousin steals a quick glance over her shoulder.
“She’s a packhouse whore, Luna,” she says casually as if it would make it any better.
“So what? She can still say ‘no’, right?” I look at the Rogue Prince, and he looks back at me dispassionately.
No, wait. There is a hint of some emotion on his face. Boredom. And possibly irritation.
“She can’t,” the cousin answers me patiently. “She consented to that while taking the job.”
I stop eating, trying not to look at—in my eyes—rape. I mean, you can’t possibly say that it is valid consent, right? I want to do something about it… but I know I can’t even utter a word. I feel horrible.
I always thought if I were thrown into a situation like this in some medieval-like place, I would stand tall, not lose myself, and fight for the rights of the oppressed people, especially women. But here I am, totally pushed down, trying to survive by assimilation and not even trying to fight for anyone or anything. Even my beliefs.
I’m disgusted with myself.
“Do you need my service, Alpha?” asks the cousin standing up.
“What service?” I ask automatically with curiosity.
She smiles at me, “I am a whore too, Your Highness.”
If I had not spent the last few years mostly in military camps with warriors who kept forgetting to keep their manners around a princess in sweatpants, I would blush so hard right now.
Well, at least now we know she is not his cousin.
Probably. Shit. Asfar as I know, with this fucked up kingdom, she still can be.
I take a sip from my wine slowly to mark my awkwardness. I’ve never drunk so much wine in my entire life as I have in the last couple of days. I start to wonder if there is an amount of alcohol large enough to intoxicate a self-healing werewolf.
“Alpha?” she asks again, so I look at him curiously.
