Page 144 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“We all cried with the Alpha,” Claudia admits, and then shakes her head when she finally notices the cup of tea Atlas must have put before her, “How did you know?”

“Rogue King’s eyes were dry as a desert,” Atlas ignores Claudia’s question, but not what she said before.

I look down at the glass of water Atlas pushed into my hands. My throat is so tightly squeezed, and my eyes are so watery by now that I barely see anything.That damn story…

A fewtears escape me involuntarily, and Atlas immediately wraps his arm around my shaking shoulders. “Hey, Ash, don’t cry.”

I push him away. “Stop, Cain will smell your body wash on me.”

“You shouldn’t call—”

“I’m his Luna, remember?” I point at my neck and realize I still have Cain’s jacket on. “I can call him by his name when we are in friendly settings, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, Luna,” he starts to shake his head.

“You won’t tell him any of this anyway.”

Atlas brings his hands up in a surrender gesture.

The casual outing with Claudia and Gamma Atlas helped me calm the pure rage I felt throwing the knife at my husband, but also realize how stupidly I acted. The fact that no one has tried to throw me into the dungeons yet, is not helping me gather the courage to open our bedroom door at all.

I take a big breath with my hand on the doorknob, and try to ignore the growing anticipation that comes to me through the newly established mate bond. Is he waiting to punish me? I know Atlas said I’ll probably be fine because he marked me, but…

“Why were you crying?” Cain asks me casually, as soon as I enter our room.

It’s the first time I actually see him sitting at his desk, and not on it. He must have been sketching something with a black soft pastel, because he covers the pages of his leather journal with dirty fingers.

“Atlas, you fucking traitor,” I mouth, irritated that he ratted me out.

Cain shuts his journal closed, probably smudging all his work, but why should I care about that?

“My gamma didn’t report anything to me after he said where he was taking you.”

“How do you know I cried, then?” I furrow my brows, genuinely interested. It was just a few tears. I saw myself in the restroom’s mirror before we left the restaurant, I know I look normal.

Aside from the most beautiful golden mark I’ve ever seen. They are usually more silver…

“I assumed. You are not the most mentally stable person, and I felt how sad you were. Through the mate bond,” he points in the direction of the covered marking he gave me a few hours ago.

Not the most mentally stable?The audacity of this guy, I swear!

“We are not mates.”

The look he gives me is clearly you-would-be-dead-by-now-if-we-weren’t.

“Will you make me explain we arechosenmates every time we talk about our bond?”

Like Ichosethis.

“Well, you make me call you your Highness every single fucking time!”

Cain bursts out laughing and stands up.

I cross my forearms over my chest and lean my back on the doors behind me, while he’s getting closer to me.

“I used to never cry and now you’ve made me cry so many times I lost count,” I admit.

“So, tell me, how did I make you cry when I wasn’t even there?” he asks, pressing his body to mine, while caging my head between his impressive muscled arms resting on the wooden surface behind me.

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