Page 52 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“I’m sorry, I’m just so mad,” I apologize for my behavior, because the lifetime of being a princess is stronger than my ego.
“Alpha is a crazy bastard. You better get used to it,” Gamma says, standing so close that our legs almost touch.
“I’m mad at myself,” I admit, massaging my temples.
“Why?” He parts my knees with his leg, probably wanting to intimidate me, but I’m the wife of the fucking Rogue Alpha Prince, and he won’t scare me with something like that. Not anymore.
I shrug my shoulders in answer to his question and let him part my legs even wider. Whatever. I can always cut his—probably pierced dick—with one of the knives I am sure Cain hides under the mattress.
I look up at his eyes and realize he’s being mind-linked by his Alpha—the only one who can open the mind-link with his subordinates while in human form. If he is skilled enough to do that without a massive migraine. The rest of us can mind-link pack members only in wolf forms. And our true mates when marked.
I guess Cain is skilled enough. He clearly has a big enough ego to try.
I clearly lose my cool with him too quickly. It’s never happened to me before, not at this scale, not with all my royal upbringing. That’s why I’m mad at myself. So fucking mad it hurts.
“Hey, don’t cry,” hot Gamma wipes the tears that I wasn’t aware escaped my eyes, and holds my face up in his hands, “Shh.”
There’s something warm in the way he does that. The sudden thought that I could have been mated to someone who can be tender like that—instead of cruelly threatening me with rapes and beatings—makes my chin quiver with a sob.
Gamma’s eyes seem a little bit blank again and I know his Alpha is making him report everything back. I close my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. Stop the sobs from escaping. Stop the cry from coming out.
I could have… I should have… I would have been mated to some caring, kind and sexy, strong Alpha. We have a bunch of them back in my kingdom, if the Moon Goddess didn’t make this sick joke of a bond between me and a fucking Rogue Prince!
Why?! Is it because he needs someone to help him learn how to love? How to be more… human? What is in it for me then? Just… good sex? I would have had that with some other Alpha out there, too.
Or a beta. At least they are not so borderline aggressively possessive.
Why him?! I cry with my eyes still closed. I can feel Gamma shift between my legs and pull my head to his chest in an attempt to calm me down.
I put my hands on his chiseled abs for balance, take a deep breath and I do calm down. I stop crying—that’s when I realize there is something stiff, rough but soft, under my cheek where there should only be a white cotton shirt of the Gamma. It’s like a leather belt.
I open my eyes.
The shirt is black, and I touch a leather belt that is strapped across the chest I’m leaning on. Fuck!
I lift my head up to meet the gaze of my husband, who somehow switched places with his Gamma while I was crying, and is now enveloping me in a tight embrace.
My wet eyes dart to the doors for a second. They are left open now—I can see Gamma standing beside us with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest and a stone-like face.
“Don’t cry,” says Cain, and grabs my chin with his knuckles, then leans down to kiss me.
What is he doing here?
“I had to come out of my meeting. You are lucky we are not at war anymore,” he adds with a smirk, still touching my lips with his.
“You didn’t have to; I have your Gamma with me. I’m fine.” I try to move back, but he kisses me once again, this time parting my lips with his tongue.
It’s a hot but tender kiss, and I almost feel embarrassed for his Gamma, who has to watch us now.
He pushes me onto the bed with his body, settling between my thighs, and moves his mouth over my jaw to my ear. I shiver from his breath on my skin.
“Be a good little wolf, and don’t make more trouble.”
“Since when is crying in your own bedroom trouble?” I ask, looking into his mysterious navy-blue eyes and trying yet again to guess his real agenda.
Why is he here? Why is he acting like this? Like he cares.
“Since you are in this bedroom with someone you are apparently comfortable enough to hug.”
