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“Mmm. You’re so wet for me already.”

I am. I know that. Do I like that? No.

“I’m not,” I manage a lie, but even I know it’s not a very good one.

I don’t know if it is the mate bond or just him being a ridiculously hot, strong, and handsome man, but for my own sake, I pray for it to be just an effect of the mate bond. Otherwise, I’m double doomed.

He looks me in the eye and smirks. He takes his hands off my slit, and it suddenly feels cold and too empty down there, but I don’t say a thing. I stare back, unmoved.

“Ok,little wolf. If you want to play like that, I can play too.” He rolls off me and lies down on his back with his arms crossed leisurely under his head, and a sexy, smug smile I want to wipe off of him.

His muscles look even better than before, and it takes a lot of strength not to drool over his abs.

“What do you mean?” I sit up, looking down at him. “My Lord.”

“I’ll make you beg me to fuck you.”

Chapter 6 – Alpha Commands

Rogue Alpha Prince looks so hot right now—spread on the bed in only his wet black sweatpants—his abs ripped like the rest of his gorgeous body.

He slowly roams his eyes all over my naked figure, all confident and stubborn to win this little game of his. To make me want him so much that I would beg.

Yeah, right.

He doesn’t know yet how competitive I can be. He shouldn’t have called it a game if he wanted to win.

That doesn’t stop me from imagining ripping those wet pants off him, freeing his erection, climbing onto him, and taking him in…

I feel hot and bothered, but I hate him and this whole situation so much that it grounds me enough to not act on my sudden arousal.

I reach his hips and rip off his pants anyway. They are wet, after all, I tell myself. He must have lifted his bottom from the bed slightly because I managed to do that in one swift motion.

He doesn’t move again. He just looks at me and waits.

Good, let him wait,says my wolf counterpart, just as competitive as I am. We are one and the same, after all.

I throw his pants over the chair nearby to dry and go to the chest of drawers he originally took them from. I ignore his stare and fish out the only not black thing in that particular drawer. Soft grey shorts, perfect.

I throw them at him, aiming for his junk. But I don’t look to see if my aim was good. I open other drawers to find something for myself. My things are still packed in suitcases standing on the other side of the bedroom by a smallwooden wardrobe, and I don’t want to mess everything up just to get one thing. I didn’t pack them; I have no idea where my underwear is.

I slide into one of his large black boxer briefs. They are a little bit loose at the front where I don’t have anything that the men should. But they hug my ass snugly enough for them to be comfortable. I am not that thin, so they stay on my hips. Content, I ignore the feeling of being stared at and take one of the few non-black t-shirts Rogue Prince owns, the white one, and put it on.

I return to his huge bed and see that he put his shorts on. He’s still lying down, but now he is resting his head on one arm and a pillow while he puts his other hand over his junk.

I ignore him and his smirk and get into the bed on the right side, sliding under the thick cover with the intent of going to sleep. I don’t ask about my own room or bed. I know I won’t get it. I know I have to work with what I have and not be difficult. No more than I already am, at least.

“You know I can smell your arousal, right?” he asks with amusement.

He is a werewolf with a heightened sense of smell, but I am freshly dressed and under a thick, warm cover, so no. No, he can’t.

“Goodnight, my lord,” I say with an already sleepy voice, closing my eyes and turning on my side with my back to him. With the last effort, I push my braids over the pillow, so I won’t lay on them.

It was a tough day. I am so tired—physically and mentally—I know I don’t need much to fall asleep, even with the enemy literally by my side.

My eyes snap open as soon as he gets under the covers with me. I can feel the heat of his body and it makes me restless.

Fucking mate bond. I close my eyes again and somehow fall asleep, without repeating affirmations of my now unachievable goals—for the first time in fifteen years.

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