Page 67 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“You forgot something else, too,” he says, leaning down.
I stand on my tiptoes and give him a long, sultry kiss.
Cain mind-linked me ten minutes ago, to come with our bag to the courtyard in five minutes. I run out, still fighting with the zipper on my leather jacket, and our eyes lock.
He’snonchalantly leaning on a cool, old-school-looking motorbike. Dark rip-out jeans, black muscle-hugging t-shirt, unlaced combat boots. His beard is trimmed short, and black hair falls over his forehead. I can see the sides of his head are freshly shaved, and I want to touch it and rake my fingers through the top…
I throw the duffle bag at his feet and fix my jacket. I’m wearing matching leather pants and my favorite boots.
“You are late,”he runs his left hand through his hair the same way I want to do it—showing the muscles of his arms—and lifts his left hand to put the half-burned cigarette to his lips.
“You are smoking?” I ask, disgusted by the fact that he looks smoking hot—even when he is smoking.
Ugh, stupid mate bond is ruining me!
He looks like he’s surprised I don’t know that.
Shit! Does the lemon scent cover the cigarette scent on him, only for me?
“Do you know how to get there, or do you need my directions after we cross the border?” I change the subject, hopefully smoothly.
“We’ll see.” He takes another puff and puts the cigarette out. I can’t stop gawking at him and realize it’s not the mate bond. Heisjust that hot.
He puts a helmet on me and then does it for himself.
I guess even the most invincible werewolves can’t heal smashed brains.
He sits onhis motorbike, grabs the handles, and waits for me. I hesitate because I’ve never ridden one before, but also… I am so fucking excited! I sit behind him, my thighs hug his hips, and I wrap my arms tightly around his waist—savoring the feel of his hard abs.
I wish we would drive in a car, though. At least I could grill him about the Unwanted wolf he killed in the forest today. The fact that he was so far away from their no-land and so close to the castle is unnerving. Plus, there are enough of them to have a name. It’s not good.
Chapter 22 – A Very Hot Bodyguard
When Cain stops at the military-looking border, I can see one of the first results of our marriage agreement. Patrols of both kingdoms are talking and laughing together, instead of fighting as they have been for the past thousand years.
They saw us coming, and two of them are walking up the road we need to pass.
I hop off the bike and take off my helmet. I need a break anyway.
“Alpha Asher,” one of them bows, and I hear Cain’s scowl behind me.
I send him a look over my shoulders. He’s still on the bike, but took off his helmet.
I recognize the patrolling warrior as well.
“Damien, how’s the change?” I ask him with a smile.
“Boring but so good, Alpha. We are making new friends,” he nods his head at the other guy, whose cold demeanor suits the rogue warrior.
“She’s not your Alpha anymore,” says Cain loudly, still behind me.
“Never was, Your Highness, but respect still stands,” Damien says back, firmly but politely, making me proud.
I send him a smile. “We are invited for Gregory’s birthday.”
“Just the two of you, Alpha? No protection?”
“Rogue Alpha Prince doesn’t need babysitters to be safe, Damien,” the rogue guy says with a smirk.
