Page 44 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I try to check my phone, even feel my nightstand in the dark for it, but then snap my eyes wide open and try to get up. I don’t have a phone anymore.
How am I supposed to check what day of my cycle I’m on without my app?
Shit, shit, shit! I bring my hands to my head with rising panic.
Meanwhile, Cain is sleeping hard with an arm around my stomach. I take his warm limb away, and he doesn’t even stir. Well, killing him in his sleep will be easy if I decide to do that after all.
I rake my hands through my hair, trying to remember when my last period was.
I atestrawberry donuts. That’s not helpful. I ate them too often before moving here. Wait, I ate them on my bed with Ella! We were… what were we doing? I groan with frustration. Think, think!
We were planning what to wear for her 18th birthday. Yes! Okay, so it was just before July 18th. Maybe on the 17, 16, 15? The 16th, I think. What day is it now?
I look around like it could help me. It cannot. It’s dark, and there’s no helpful electronics anywhere. Ok, focus.
I met the rogues and had my wedding on August 14th. I vividly remember that day in the letter they sent us before. How long have I been here? Two days? Three? It doesn’t matter. It's been a few days, so I know my current cycle is already past thirty days—I realize with relief.
I should get my period any day now. I’m even a little bit late. Either way, I’m definitely at the end of the luteal phase now, and I won’t get pregnant in the luteal phase, there’s like no chance. Right? I try to calm down.
I lay back again and try to go back to sleep, but in vain. I can’t, not after the adrenaline rush I’ve got while panickly mathing. I even consider putting Cain’s arm around me again, but that thought just makes me shudder.
If I’m already used to him touching me so much that I can’t sleep without it, then no sleep it is!
I stand up and go to the double glass doors, wiping myself with a washcloth on the way. I can see the sun rising behind the vast forest and decide to start the day.
I turn around to the room, and my eyes stop on my too-handsome husband. I can’t believe I slept with him after all the things he did to me for the past few days.
Hmm, I have a weird feeling between my legs. I’m not sore anymore, but I can feel I had sex. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not bad either. It kind of makes me think about it, and that makes me want to do it again… no. Bad idea.
I don’t regret having sex with him.
Heis a damn attractive man, and men are not the only ones allowed to have sex whenever they feel like it, right? And I did feel like it. I guess I was in a really good mood after all that exhilarating lemon-cutting fun… his body is arousing… there’s nothing wrong in wanting him like that…
I realize I’m staring at him like a creep, so I shake my head and go to my wardrobe. I did sleep with him, but I’m still mad at him. I can do both, I was always good at multitasking.
I chuckle at my own inside joke.
I’m about to pick a dress to wear today when I decide,screw it. I tried to be good. I tried to go by their rules. What did that give me? Humiliation in many forms. Why would I wear these stupid dresses when they rip them off of me anyway?
Fuck it. Fuck them.
Chapter 15 – That’s Luna, to You
Ireach the shelf with my pants and graze the material of black leather ones. They make me think about the ones Cain likes to wear to battle, and I can’t help but smirk. What about creating a female version of Rogue Alpha Prince’s style?
I take them out and start picking underwear. Black lace panties, no bra. I slide them on then pull the pants on. They are high-rise and slim, they hug my legs and butt in a way that makes me feel sexy.
I go for a black crop top that leaves just a hint of bare skin over my pants, and a thin brown leather belt I plan to DIY as a choker. It reminds me of all the knife-holding strips Cain wears as armor.
It doesn’t take long to find a sharp knife in this room. He has plenty of them everywhere. He is obsessed with them. I steal a look at the massive wooden chest behind our bed—suddenly wondering if it is filled with weapons. Maybe. Probably. I measure the belt around my neck and then cut it with a knife and make a new hole in it. I just need to make it look better.
It’s getting brighter, or I’m used to the dark at this point—so I have no problem finding the lighter Cain uses for the lamp on his nightstand. I roll the ignition button with my thumb and hold the flame under the blade.
When it’s hot and ready, I use it to finish the newly cut rim and hole in my choker. I put it on, double checking that I know how to take it off quickly in case of emergency shifting and look in the mirror.Not bad, I think.
I rake my fingers through my long strawberry-blonde hair to tame my natural beach waves, and nod to my reflection. Maybe I should cut it… like to my shoulders? It would be easier to wash in these spartan conditions. Hmm, why not?
I tie them in a super low ponytail and look for some scissors on the desk that stands to the right of the exit door. I can’t find any, but my attention is stolen by the thick leather-bound notebook that I’ve never seen before. Cain’s.
