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What is he doing? I’m his Luna, for fuck’s sake!
I don’t know what I expected from him. That he would roar that I belong only to him as if we are in one of Greg’s romance novels? I guess I won’t hear ‘Who did this to you?’ later, either.
I try to jerk all the hands off me, but no matter how strong I am, I’m also outnumbered by big, well-trained guys with sinister intentions.
“Let go of me! I’m your Luna!” I use my alpha command, but the Officers who hold me are alpha blooded themselves, and they just fight it off with ease.
They also don’t have any remorse. They’ve never had a Luna, and it’s probably not as sacred to them as it should be.
“Let’s see that little waist of yours, Luna,” Beta says, laughing, and rounds the table to get closer to me.
“Don’t come near me!” I yell with another alpha force.
Most of the people in the dining hall stop in their trucks and even take some steps back, but that’s not enough.
All the guys that touch me—a few officers, and not so surprisingly, Beta too—have some alpha blood in them. Of course, they do. They are sons of corrupted alphas that my Father and Grandfather and all the kings beforethem, banished from our lands when this Kingdom was not a kingdom yet—just a bunch of true stinky rogues.
I fight and scream, scratch them with my claws, and run whenever they give me a chance. They have fun with it, and by the gasps I hear all around, it quickly becomes a good show.
Even when the compelled audience winces in pain with me, they still watch my helpless tries, not able to turn their curious eyes away.
Chapter 12 – Not Some Kidnapped Victim
An hour later, I slam the door of Rogue Prince's bedroom. Our bedroom, I suppose. Yes, it’s mine. I am his wife. We both agreed to this. I did move here. I’m not some kidnapped victim. I have to stop thinking like one!
He looks up at me from his comfortable position on the huge bed. I can see that while his wife was being abused, he was reading my military book again. Fuck him.
I drop the hand I used to cover my breast with shreds of my dress.
I’m only in my panties, not in great condition either. And the Rogue Prince, no,Cain—why should I be respectful in my thoughts? I don’t owe him that anymore, takes my look in.
Is he disgusted by the amount of bodily fluids that cover my excessively bruised skin? Is he appalled by all the nasty cuts decorating my exposed body? I would never know with those emotionless eyes of his.
“Just between us,Alpha, did you really think letting your people do whatever they want with your wife,yourLuna,is such a smart idea?” I throw whatever is left of my clothes into the bin near a desk by the door. Panties too.
“By my Luna, you mean, the person I should cherish enough for my enemies to know that’s where they should strike first? I just did you a favor.”
“Are you even serious right now?” I almost stomp my feet with frustration, like a little kid who doesn’t know what to do with their big emotions. “What enemies?! My father?! Yeah, he would kidnap and torture me to get to you, for sure. I’m so grateful you just saved me by throwing me to the wolves. Literally!”
He rolls his eyes at me, clearly not appreciating my sarcasm.
I storm to the bathtub, where steaming water waits for me. It smells a little bit like sage. I don’t get that man. He had to ask for that water to be prepared for me—part of him mustcare. He’s not one hundred percent bad, I know that.
This makes everything even worse—how can hechooseall that evil when he knows how to be good, too?
I step into the metal tub and slowly sit down. I hiss at the burning sensation where my fresh wounds meet the infused water. I carefully lean back and close my eyes to concentrate on the sage scent. I’m so battered I can’t properly heal all my wounds yet.
“I’m your wife. How could you?” I ask quietly, not able to rest the case.
“Relax and stop acting as if it’s a big deal.”
I snap my eyes open and give him a death stare even he would be proud of.
He rolls his eyes at me again and throws my book away. I don’t appreciate it.
“Well, they didn’t rape you, did they?”
“How do you know? Maybe they did,” I spit, closing my eyes again as if it could remedy my growing frustration.
