Page 173 of Rogue Alpha Prince

Usually, I would hate to be recognized like some celebrity, but remembering being constantly humiliated by choosing a ‘man’ career—and then hearing a little boy wants to be like me and not like some man, even my dad the King… It means more than anything else!

I take her phone and point the front camera at me in a way that doesn’t show anyone else, and I record a personalized message for the little future Officer.

She thanks me and goes to the kitchen, while I’m left alone with my husband and his Beta staring at me with raised eyebrows.

“What the fuck was that?” Lucifer asks.

I just shrug my shoulders.

“Are you really that good?” Cain asks and I’m offended until I register his face.

He meansno disrespect; he is genuinely curious.

“I like to think I am. Not your level yet, but I really was training a lot. It was my dream career before… and I was good at it.”

“Yet.” Beta chuckles at my overconfidence.

“Before what? Before I kidnapped you?” This time Cain means disrespect, but I don’t want to engage in it.

“I’ll go get some drinks,” I stand up and push through the crowd to the bar.

That’s when I notice the group of warriors coming inside the joint, mostly from my old unit. That might be a problem if any one of them has ever fought with Cain himself and lived the day to talk about it.

“Alpha Asher!” some of them scream, and soon I have to hug way too many men until I finally sit on the barstool at the corner of the bar with one of them. I am on the right wing of the countertop, and he is on my left on the main side. We have a small talk while I wait for the bartender to come to us.

He suddenly leans toward me, looking somewhere over my shoulder.

“There is some huge black guy staring at you for quite some time, do you need me to take care of it?”

I don’t need to turn around to know Henry is talking about Beta Lucifer. Wait, Cain has dark skin too… No, his hair is straight, Henry definitely means Lucifer.

“That’s my bodyguard,” I say without looking, and he eyes him again.

“Rogue?” he asks hesitantly, and I could swear I hear some disgust in it.

I’m a Rogue now, too, but I bite my tongue before starting a fight for something trivial like that.

“I hope you know I would take care of him myself if he wasn’t my bodyguard, right?”

Henry’s eyes shoot back at me. “Um, yes, but I know your methods, Your Highness, and technically, you couldn’t use them on someone from our Kingdom. With the new pact, I mean.”

Tell that to the seer’s hand I cut off last time I was here.It’s not like my dad would ask formyblood in retribution.

I just smirk at him and try to wave down the bartender again.

“So, how is married life with your biggest enemy?” Henry asks, while I start to feel the presence of my true mate on my right. “Do you still plan to kill him? All of those knife-throwing and sword-fighting lessons can’t go to waste, am I right?”

I clear my throat, slightly taken aback.

“It was your biggest life goal,” Henry doesn’t give up. I half expect him to want a high five.

“One of them, but not anymore,” I say and glance at Cain, whose eyes bore into the bartender.

“Hey, two tap beers and a coke,” Cain says to the guy, and to my surprise, he listens to him instantly.

‘Did you just use an alpha command on that human?’ I mind-link him confused.

‘Why? They don’t like that?’ he asks back as if humans were some animals in the zoo. He sits on the barstool directly next to me.

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