Page 137 of Rogue Alpha Prince

He rolls his eyes, probably irritated by my choice of words when he already told me it’s mine too—but doesn’t comment on that, just nods.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact he has a normal house. We have a house. We are married, of course, it’s mine too, I get that. And he made it clear he wants me to be involved in it… It’s just weird for Alphas, who usually reside in their packhouses. I never dared to entertain the thought of having my own space someday.

Cain grabs the railing outside my hands, caging me between them and his broad chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and nuzzles my neck again. “Can we go back?”

I can feel his tongue tracing his mark on my skin, but I choose to ignore this tickling sensation.

I take a big breath. “It was a good, and very romantic date. I have to give you that.”

“You don’t have to lie. I know you hated it. You hated the marking.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, turning around in his arm-cage to face him, and fist his shirt. “It was just… I don’t know. It was very overwhelming and emotional, and I wasn’t exactly ready. That’s all.”

I give him a soft smile, making him roll his eyes.

“And technically speaking, it was romantic too,” I admit, when I can look back at it more calmly.

Hesmiles. “Admit it, it will be hard to beat it when you plan for marking me. And I wasn’t even planning it, so I win either way.”

I cross my arms and look up at him.

“You want me to mark you?”

Technically, it isn’t needed to complete the bond, only to show off to other werewolves you are taken and unavailable. Why would he wantthat?

“Why not?” He looks into my eyes, “We are already bonded for life, we would both feel the… betrayal. And everyone will know that we have a bond looking at you anyway, it’s not like I can… hide it or something. Plus, you have royal alpha blood, don’t you feel a little bit territorial?”

“Wait, is that why you marked me? Because you felt possessive?”

“No, definitely not, my ego is too big to have a problem with that. No, I…” He looks lost while searching his brain for an answer.

That makes me wonder. Does Cain just want me to choose him, too, or is he already feeling the true mate bond but not realizing it yet? How much time do I have before everything will come crashing down on me?

Chapter 39 – His Massive Black Beast

I’m glad we are on a motorbike and not in the car, so we don’t have to talk to each other about what Cain did.

Hell, I’m pretty sure none of us said a word since I asked him if he marked me because of possessiveness, and he didn’t know why.

Or rather, didn’t know what he could tell me.

He keeps more secrets from me than I can imagine, for sure.

When we stop at the Castle grounds, it’s late in the evening, but the only werewolf we pass is a huge black guard sitting at the entrance.

I take a double look because he’s not your typical fit-looking werewolf. He is quite big, wide, and bulky. Way more fat than I’m used to seeing, still muscled though, and definitely strong. But it’s not his big figure that makes me involuntarily stare. It’s his handsome, light-up eyes and overall sexiness. He is dripping with sex…

“Not you too,” Cain murmurs with exhilaration.

“Huh?” I mumble in a trance, my eyes never leaving the big guard, noticing details like green specs in his dark eyes and stylishly braided cornrows.

The heat creeps up my cheeks, when I see a group of undressed women floating to him like moths to a flame. I shake my head and concentrate on my mate, just in time to enter the castle.

My mate.

I think we are going straight to the dining hall, where I assume people still eat dinner, drink, and socialize—but Cain turns into a different corridor, and opens the massive double doors to the bustling-with-life large courtyard. Ihesitate at the threshold, my brain slowly comprehending it is a Full Moon Party—thrown for the whole pack—with a long table, many wooden benches, and a few fire pits. Cain steps in without looking at me and I’m compelled to follow.

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