Page 92 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Rogue Prince! Nice to meet you, your Highness,” he bows respectfully.
Cain doesn’t say anything back and judging by his cold stare, Alpha Jake should be happy he still has all his limbs intact after he bumped into us.
Or is Cain wondering if that’s my true mate? Ugh, this will be a long evening.
I notice Alpha Jake's guard is by the doors, eyeing the situation with a heightened heart rate. I can see from here, his neck vein pulsing way too quickly.
“Okay, let’s go, Alphas—I’m sure my brother is already expecting us inside.”
Cain doesn’t miss slapping my ass before the doors like the last time, and a few seconds after Jake and his guard, we come inside holding hands.
The conversations don’t stop this time, but all eyes are definitely on us.
Cain lifts my hand high and swirls me like in a dance, making my skirt flow around me, and I’m scared that people can see I don’t have any panties on. Werewolf or not, a royal birthday party is not a time to flash anyone.
But all the guests' eyes are glued to my neck.
To my choker. Mycollar. Cain made me look like his pet. Probably his intention all along.
As soon as I stop swirling, I bow like the princess I’m supposed to be, and Gregory leaves Alpha Jake to come greet us.
“You look gorgeous,” Greg says, kissing my cheek. “Your Highness,” he adds with the utmost respect in his voice, but instead of bowing, he gives Cain his hand to shake.
To my surprise, Cain squeezes his hand back, with a crooked smile. Gregory, as the next heir to the throne, is probably the only one here except my dad, who can touch Cain without being disrespectful.
“It looks cozy,” I notice that the only thing left here from yesterday is the bar on one side. The rest of the room is full of comfy velvet and leather mismatched armchairs around little tables—plus there is a stage with a small screen and microphone at the front.
“Yeah, we’ll have our singing contest today. Do you think our parents will let me win because it’s my birthday?”
“I doubt it,” I mutter and turn to Cain, “They always win this stupid contest with some romantic duet.”
Gregory laughs.
“You are bitter about it because this is the only game you have never won!”
“It’s not a game.” I roll my eyes.
“Why? Because you can’t cheat in this one?”
“I don’t cheat!”
“Sure, you don’t, Ash.” Greg leans down to kiss my forehead.
Since when has he been so much taller than me? I swear he grew another few inches in the past two weeks. Is it because the alpha powers in his blood are no longer dimmed by my presence?
“Oh, another guest. Go sit somewhere, your Highnesses.”
I lead Cain to my parents after noticing they are getting ready to go sing their asses off, and we will be able to steal their premium seating.
“Look around,” Cain alpha commands me with a whisper, so I do look around discreetly.
My sisters are waving at me, my other brothers sit around a tablet with Ella, probably making bets for today’s contest. I can see a lot more adults than yesterday, everywhere. My aunts and uncles, all unmated Alphas from the Kingdom, and a few still relatively young but already mated ones, too.
“Is he here?” Cain is alpha-commanding me again.
If only he knew he didn’t have to command me to look around first… but one day, he will ask a question the wrong way, and I will be screwed.
“Yes,” I say, looking into his navy-blue gorgeous eyes.
