Page 98 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“No,don’t do this princess bullshit with me. I don’t like it when you are not yourself. It’s enough that I had to endure this demo version of you half of yesterday evening.”
He saw right through me when my family didn’t? He doesn’t like it when I’m not myself? What the actual fuck?!
“You can’t act like that,” I whisper, pleadingly.
“Like what?” he questions with his usual unbothered husky voice, but his gaze is still caring and that breaks something in me.
“All loving and caring and good. You are not good, Cain. You are not good. And I don’t want to—” my voice cracks under the weight of my pent-up emotions, “I’m supposed to respectfully hate you, and you can’t… You can’t get a tattoo of my wolf, draw my face from a memory of our wedding, or be ready to wear a fucking suit for me. You can’t have my back, unprompted, in my family affairs. You can’t fucking sing with me like that! You just can’t. You mess with my head. I don’t want to… I don’t—"
“You don’t want to what, Ash? Fall in love with someone like me?” he asks, clutching my chin even harder; I start feeling his protruded claws on my skin.
“I can’t fall in love with you, and I don’t get why you would even want that,” I hiss, prying his fingers off my face, “This is just a political union and convenient sex, that’s all.”
He smacks his full lips with annoyance. Or… hurt?
The pain I feel makes me realize he's not broken. He never was. I am.
“If you say so,” he gets up, still in his pants, and starts attaching his knives back to the cross-body brown leather straps he never took off.
I look at him taken aback, until I realize he has every intention of getting out of this room as soon as he finishes gathering his things. Our duffel bag is half-packed and he’s already attaching his fur cape.
“What are you doing? Cain!” I stand up and almost trip on my abandoned-at-night high-heels.
“What? Doyou want one last fuck?” he grabs me by my throat with his left hand, and traps me between his massive body and the cold glass wall of the shower room.
He is pressed to me so tightly, I can barely stick my hands between me and his abs in a feeble attempt of pushing him away.
I feel his free right hand roaming my body, fumbling with my dress, pushing it away, while I can’t do anything about it. He pulls my left thigh up roughly and slips his hand under before I can put it back down. His fingers reach between my legs, and immediately, he goes rigid.
“You are wet and ready for me even now,” he says surprised, and lets me go.
He steps back, confirming his sinister intentions. He never planned to make me have sex with him. He just wanted to scare me.
Well, if his dangerous attitude was ever enough to scare me off, I would still be a virgin.
I smirk at him with self-hate, “I’m your wife, and I like sex with you.”
“Of course you do,” my biggest enemy smirks back coldly, grabs the duffle bag, and slams the door after him.
I should be relieved, but I slide down the wall and break into tears again, questioning everything.
All I know is this pain and doubt in my own sanity… I feel so broken and confused. All these things that suddenly happened to me the past few weeks, completely turning my life upside down, are now crashing down on me with full force.
I have no idea how much time goes by before the doors open again, and I look up with hope. Maybe he changed his mind? Please…
My parents enter the room, and I break down again, ugly crying.
“Do you want to tell me why the hell Rogue Prince was compelled to tell me you are not getting a divorce? So the alliance is technically still valid for the time being? What’s going on?” my dad looks down at me.
My mom shoots him a scolding look and helps me get up. “He just rode off on his bike.”
I choke on a sob.
Chapter 30 – Maybe It’s a Blessing
“Iscrewed up. He left me,” I admit, wiping my tears off and trying to compose myself.
My dad shakes his head, and my mom smiles at me comfortingly.
