Page 166 of Rogue Alpha Prince

He’s wearing a black shirt with long sleeves under all the leather straps and a wolf fur cape. When he brings me in for a hug, all his knives and the handle of the sword are pressing into my body.

He wants to kiss my head, but I slip away.

“Hey, you don’t get to be all cute and caring while I await my punishment. You’ve got me so stressed, I’ll never have an orgasm for the rest of my life,” I grumble and get on my horse.

“I won’t stop trying to give you one,” Cain laughs and hops on his horse.

“No. You just make it worse! I can’t take it anymore, every time you kiss me, I can only think about the possibility of you literally stabbing my back,” I nudge the horse with my calves and make him trot forward.

Cain catches up with me and sends me a smirk.

“Okay, your punishment is over,” he finally says, not making any sense. “You are officially forgiven.”

“Um, I don’t understand.”

“That anticipation was a punishment in itself.” He stretches his arm to me, and I reluctantly intertwine our fingers. “It’s not like any real punishment would work on you with your royal alpha-blooded healing and military background. And you seem to like rougher sex and spanking, so whipping you with a crop wouldn’t be a real punishment either.”

“Oh, crop, can we—”

“See, it wouldn’t work,” he cuts me off with a squeeze of my hand, but I am sure, deep in my core, I’ll have plenty of occasions to regret that excitement I had in my voice just now.

“So, you made me stress out about punishment that you never planned to impose?” I try to wrap my mind around it, to finally ease my nerves after a week of this torture. “But you will never be able to do it again and you said it yourself, that was the only way to punish me.”

“Well, Ash, do you plan to break into my office ever again?”

“No, I don’t,” I deny with conviction, and look around while we leave this small tranquil town built on the hill in the middle of the woods. I can’t get over how idyllic most of his Kingdom is. All these small towns are surroundedby forests, hills, and mountains. I guess werewolves do take care of nature better than regular humans.

“See, you learned your lesson. But I’m still waiting for you to tell me what you were doing on that laptop.”

“Reading the news,” I say with a dull voice, because I catch a glimpse of something moving on our right with my peripheral vision. I concentrate on the spot, and my other senses—but I don’t see, feel, or hear anything there.

But I know better.

“We haven’t had any Unwanted attacks for a long time,” I say in a low voice as casually as I can be, but not too low for everyday conversation, and I turn to look at him with a small smile and a squeeze of our intertwined fingers.

He looks dangerously gorgeous and gorgeously dangerous, but I didn’t turn in this direction to admire my wicked husband. No, I’m waiting for another movement.

“Yeah, it’s suspicious,” Cain admits with a slight pout, that somehow makes him look even hotter.

“Maybe they finally know they shouldn’t mess with you,” I look straight at the road again and switch the conversation to the mind link.‘Or they are on your four o’clock in the forest.’

“You are so fucking sexy, I can’t wait anymore,” Cain says while steering his horse closer to mine.

He brings me for a surprisingly soft kiss and presses a bowie knife into my hand.‘Quarter horses are slightly faster than regular wolves at this distance.’

He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t have to.

I know our wolf forms don’t stand a chance of catching whoever is there in the forest, especially if we are not even shifted yet. Even if we sacrificed our clothes and wouldn’t get stuck in things, we don’t have time to unbelt. Especially when we are out in the open without a chance of surprising them.

Cain nudges his heels at his horse and steers him in the right direction, mine is following closely behind. I catch the reins, still holding the bone handle of theknife in my right hand and I lean forward—slightly raising my body from the saddle, using my knees to support me, and the pressure of my legs to make my horse go faster and faster.

As soon as our horses start to gallop into the forest, something moves, and whoever it is, they make a run for it.

But we are faster and soon I can make out the shape of a big, dull gray wolf with the unmistakable true rogue smell. I throw the bowie knife right into his left hind leg. He rolls over, shifting into a human form, a naked teenage boy, and pulls on the knife that is stuck in his inner thigh. That’s all it takes for our horses to catch up with him, and even though he manages to get up, it’s too late for him.

I jump off my horse onto his back and pin him to the ground. He’s bigger than me and… feral. He writhes under me, almost tipping me over, but he’s not an Alpha so I don’t back up. He manages to punch my side, but quickly regrets it when I sink my elongated claws into his forearm.

I hear Cain jumping off the horse and taking a few slow steps.

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