Page 160 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I look at him over my shoulder, just to catch him rolling his eyes at her but taking off his suit jacket.

Claudia lets go of my arm when Cain puts his jacket on my shoulders. That’s when I finally realize, I must have slightly red shoulder blades from our extracurricular activities, so I mouth ‘thank you’ to her. The last thing I want is for everyone to know Cain was taking me, while they were dancing just doors away.

However, the last thing I hear while stepping inside is Cain saying loudly to his gamma “I highly recommend fucking her against these doors,” while they are still wide open.

Shit.

Now, they all know anyway. And they stare at me. The band could stop playing, and it wouldn’t make it worse than it already is. That’s not the kindof attention I wanted.

I smile politely like nothing wrong happened, and hold my head high while going back on the platform and sitting on Cain’s throne, because fuck that sexy jerk!

When he sees me here, he does a once-over and chuckles. I’m slightly disappointed. I didn’t take knife-throwing classes for being chuckled at.

He comes to me, rests his hands on the throne arms, and leans down, caging me in. He is looking at my lips wetting his with his tongue, and then into my eyes like he is waiting for permission to kiss me.

I don’t know what to do when he acts like this. I guess fighting is my love language, and it should be his too. Is it another way for him to scare me? It’s working.

He’s looking at my lips again. “Do you want to hear pack’s petitions too?”

“Oh, can I?” I ask, with way too much excitement for the sarcasm in his tone, that I register too late to take it back.

He draws back his head a little, and looks at me with such an intense gaze I feel compelled to lean forward to kiss him after all. Anything to distract this devil.

His lips meet mine halfway and he quickly dominates the kiss. He slips his arms around my waist and drags me up, despite my silent protest. I hear Beta’s laughter on my right and then a few ‘awe’ when Cain pulls my body even closer, and deepens the kiss.

He turns us around and sits on his throne, pulling me onto his lap so I’m against his left side, immobilized by his left arm holding my waist like a murderous snake.

“If you have any pleas or suggestions or concerns, you can come to us for help,” Cain’s deep voice beams in the hall, despite loud music and people having fun.

I look around with curiosity, noticing some of the pack members start forming groups, as if they have to discuss their problems one last time before coming to us. Old-fashioned way.

Beta sticks his hand out to me, and a sweet, lemony scent invades my nostrils. I bite on the honey lemon ricotta crostini he offers me.

With the way my brother always forgets to eat, no wonder his true mate is the feeding type.

Wait a second!

It dawns on me that I shouldn’t be suddenly overwhelmed with a lemon scent from some glorified fancy toast, when I’m sitting on my true mate's lap!

I was so deep into worrying about Cain gaining the ability to smell I’m his true mate, that I didn’t even notice I am losing the ability myself! Maybe we both act too toxic to deserve it. And here I thought I was supposed to be a good influence on him… fix him…

But he broke me instead.

“Thank you for this,” I whisper to Cain, discreetly smelling his neck.

Werewolf scent of the dark green forest and fresh spring air, his custom soap, a trace of peppermint mouthwash, and some other cosmetics—maybe not even his but the people he has encountered today—but no lemon. Not the lemon fruit, not the lemon tree, not the lemon flower.

Fuck.

He looks at me with a lifted brow. I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

“Did you use any perfumes?”

“No, why?”

I contemplate telling him the truth. About not being able to feel the true mate, not about him being that mate, of course.

“I guess my senses are slightly off,” I do not entirely lie.

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