Page 53 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I want to deny it, but he puts a finger on my mouth to stop me.
“You think I didn’t notice how you stiffened when you realized I’m not my Gamma?” Cain chuckles, stands up, and walks out with his supernatural speed.
“Ugh,” I groan, dragging my hands over my face in frustration. “What the hell. Why did he even come here?”
“His wife was crying,” Gamma says, and I shoot him a death stare, which makes him laugh again.
“Alpha has me mind-linked all the time so I can participate in the meeting and report back on you.”
Wait, all the time? Cain can do that? I’m impressed. I didn’t even know it was possible, not for such an extended time.
“So? Why did you ask him to come?” I stand up and fix my hair with my fingers.
“I didn’t. I just reported back you were sad.”
I give him another death stare, because there is no way in hell for Cain to have any amount of compassion—especially enough to make him come here of his own goodwill. He doesn’t have any goodwill.
I march to the door, ready to go for that town sightseeing trip Cain asked me to go on, but I stop abruptly in the doorway to look back at his Gamma.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Is my huge cock inside of your tight pussy right now? If not, you don’t need my name,” he answers, paraphrasing what I told him about Cain before, and then he dares to smirk at me.
“Do you want to report what you just said back to my husband, the Rogue Alpha? Because I can wait if you need to.”
His face falls, and he shakes his head no.
“That’s what I thought.”
After hours spent with Gamma, I come to my bedroom and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted. He trails behind me.
We had a great rest of the day in the capital city. We ate steaks with roasted veggies for lunch—in some tavern where I half-expected him to pull out a leather pouch with gold coins to pay—he put it on the Alpha’s tab instead. He showed me a market and a place where people can leave their mini wolves, as Rogues call preschool-aged children. We strolled through all of the beautiful Cobblestone streets—just soaking up the atmosphere of the place, now that it’s not deserted like the first day after our wedding.
It was quite magical, at least for me. All the happy howls and pups running around, shifting mid-air with a laugh into their wolves just for fun, because there are no regular humans around; like where I come from. I felt happy for a moment there, just observing everyday lives in a city that looks more like a village. I didn’t want to come back to the castle and my new fucked-up reality. So, we ate fish tacos for dinner and even grabbed a few wolfsbane-infused beers—anything to miss a meal with my cruel husband and his whores.
It was completely different from the trip I had with Cain on my first day here, when the streets were empty. I was too bratty to actually appreciate that he was giving me a tour and all those croissants. I would change that if I could…
Igroan with my eyes closed, and turn on the bed from my stomach onto my back. I’m so tired and intoxicated that I don’t think I can move more than that roll. I don’t want to move. I will fall asleep like this.
Wait, did I change my menstrual disk already? Oh yeah, I did, in that tavern on our way back… I start to doze away but need my circulation back to actually fall asleep.
“Help me take these off,” I start pulling at my skinny, black leather pants—and the Gamma who is standing before me—huffs, then leans over and grabs the sides of the pants on my hips. He pulls them off my legs with one swift but brutal motion—leaving me in my black lace panties, T-shirt, and choker.
“Your tattoos are so sexy. Did I tell you that already?” I open one eye at him for a few seconds.
“Yes, a hundred times, Luna.” I can hear him throwing my pants somewhere.
“Thanks for taking me today. You are dismissed,” I manage to mockingly salute him with my right hand, and I hear his laugh.
“She means taking her out to the city, not sex, Alpha,” he says with a hint of amusement.
I snap my eyes wide open.
Chapter 18 – My Disrespectful Recklessness
Hot, tattooed Gamma is closing the doors behind him, and I am left alone with my cruelly handsome bastard of a husband, who casually leans his fine ass on his desk.
I wasn’t aware he was already here in the bedroom, not with all the lemons on that desk behind him.
