Page 79 of Rogue Alpha Prince
What is my wife hiding from me?
Chapter 25 – It’s a Bitter Kind
Back to Asher’s POV
Ilean on the railing, glass bottle of sugar cola in my hand, looking down at all the servants spending their free time in the shadow-hunted garden. The only lights are the ones shining through thick white curtains from the ball hall where we had dinner. That and the moonlight of a waxing gibbous.
“It’s the first time in my life I’m glad to be King’s cousin’s daughter and not the King’s daughter,” Ella says with a theatrical sigh, hinting at the fact that I was the one married to some rogue brute.
Yeah, right. She always takes full advantage of being a werewolf princess without any real responsibilities or consequences for her not-so-princessy actions, so I doubt it’s ‘the first time.’
“Where are your parents? Where are any proper adults except my parents and their beta? I feel kind of bad for leaving Cain in there.”
I hear the doors open, and I see with the corner of my eye, some maid leaving a tray with mini sandwiches for us. I say, “Thank you.”
“I miss your night-time routine affirmation,” Ella says with a sigh, and lowers her voice in a funny way, “Kill the Rogue Al—”
“Shh!” I shoot my hand to cover her mouth before she says the whole thing out loud in public. I don’t want us arrested for treason. She giggles and pushes my hand off.
“How old is he, by the way?” Ella asks, taking a sip of her cranberry juice.
“I don’t know. Did you catch him saying he’s older than his father was when he had him? That would mean he is over thirty… I thought he was like twenty-eight or nine.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“He didn’t want totell me when I asked.”
“Yeah, but you used to spend hours looking at his creepy birth announcement!” She reaches into her pocket to fish out a phone.
“Your dress has pockets?!” I almost scream with a healthy kind of envy.
She ignores my enthusiasm and sends me a picture.
“I don’t have my phone with me.”
She rolls her eyes and shows me a photo of the glass case with the birth announcement of Cain.
“See,” I point my finger, “The corner with the date is folded over the year, and the text only says he was born on December 12th.”
“Despite not knowing how old he is… you seem pretty close.”
I shrug my shoulders because, honestly, I have no idea what I should say to that.
“You like him,” she states, still watching me.
I want to shrug again, but I know she’s trying to have a heart-to-heart conversation like we always do—so I swallow my pride and really think about her question.
“Well, he is kind of toxic, but I guess I also do kind of like him,” I admit finally.
“Okay, but how toxic? Do you mean the murderous future-rogue-king kind of toxic that we already knew of, or some overly-possessive-gas-lighting-alpha-idiot kind of toxic?”
“Isn’t it the same, though?” I take another sip from the glass bottle and give her a grin.
“I hate to admit, he kind of does have big dick energy going on there. Even if he’s jealous, the confident way he answered my question about your mate—”
“Yup, he does,” I cuther off before she could grill me more about my true mate. I’m sick of lying. “It’s actually a nice change after all the territorial alpha bullshit I am used to.”
“Is he not territorial?” She narrows her eyes at me and drinks her juice.
