Page 45 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I wonder if he would mind if I look inside. I touch it with my fingertips… Swish!
A fancy carved knife drives into the desk just an inch from my hand.
I guess that is a ‘no’ for me looking inside.
When did Cain wake up? Just now? Or has he been observing me for some time?
“Good morning,” I say, taking my fingers back. Not looking at him.
He doesn’t say anything back.
Even when I pick up his sword from the floor, or cut my ponytail with it just a few seconds later.
I throw my cut-off hair into a trash bin and sweep my shoulders. I take off my hair-tie to try to even them out, but I look in the mirror again and kind of like it. Shorter in the back and a little longer in the front. Barely grazing my shoulders. I shake my much lighter head. The waves bounce freely.
I really like it!
I turn around, almost ready for the day—I notice Cain is now half-sitting on the bed and staring at me with a wicked smile.
“What?”
“You know we have hairdressers, waxers, and even a beautician here, right? You didn’t have to go all mental breakdown on your hair like that.”
Before I can answer, someone knocks on our door and walks inside. It’s the maid Cain hit for forgetting about my meal when I was burying my friend. She is carrying a tray of food that smells mouthwatering.
“Luna, I brought you breakfast.” She puts the tray in my hands, bows with a lowered head, and then looks around shyly at our lemony mess.
“Thank you,” I say dumbfounded, noticing that there’s no food for Cain, her Alpha.
“Enjoy, Luna,” she bows again but doesn’t retreat. “I just want to tell you we all admire your strength, and you can always expect the best we have from us.”
Okay, now, I was really taken aback! And kind of… touched?
“Where’s my breakfast?” Asks Cain.
She bows to him and says, “You can take it from the kitchen like you always do, my Alpha,” and I kid you not, just leaves—shutting the doors behind her.
I guess yesterday's bloody show did leave a bad taste with some spectators.
I bring the tray with hot buttered toast, scrambled eggs, fresh tomatoes, fried bacon, and chopped scallions to Cain’s lap and smirk at him.
“I guess they like me more than you,Alpha,” I sit in front of him.
He stares at me, but I ignore it. I take one of the toasts and load a fork with the eggs. They are delicious. I load the fork again and try to feed it to Cain, but his facial muscles don’t even budge.
“Oh, come on, we can share, there’s more than enough. Don’t be difficult. We have to live together.”
He rolls his eyes but takes a bite.
We eat everything with me basically feeding him in silence—at some point his death stare changes into an arrogant smirk that is getting me hot and bothered more than I would like.
“Why are you all dressed up already?” he asks, when I put the empty tray on the bed beside him.
“I thought I could go with you to your office today and…”
“You are not a General anymore,” he interrupts me and stands up from the bed in all his naked glory.
“I’m not a Generalyet.”
