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‘It’s not… normal. I mean… even I can’t do that.’

They can feel the strength of our auras, but we cannot compel them… Is that the Lycan thing? What else can he do? Oh! What about that situation in the woods where he whispered something while touching the forest floor, and all the birds flew up like he was some kind of witch or…

Chapter 47 – Stab Me In My Back

“Excuse me?” I look at Henry who was saying something that I haven’t caught while I was mind-linking Cain.

“I said, it’s a good thing you are the one who married Rogue Prince, Your Highness. Just to, you know, short him a peg or two.”

“What do you mean?” I furrow my brows.

I know my reputation, but does he really think anyone can shorten the Rogue Alpha Prince? He’s insane. Or maybe already drunk, but it’s a little bit too early for that.

“I meant you are strong enough to fight him off and not let him have sex with you. I know it’s not much, but at least it is some satisfaction to think he cannot fuck his own wife, right?” he snickers at his own joke and a few other warriors cheers to that.

I send him a polite smile, wondering why the fuck I am in this situationagain. Why does anyone think it’s okay to talk or assume anything aboutmysexual life?!

“Sorry guys,” Cain interrupts us with a charming smile while paying for his order. “I couldn’t help but overhear who you are talking about… are you really the Rogue Prince’s wife?”

He’s pretending we don’t know each other, and I’m curious where he’s going with that, so I nod.

“I heard he’s really fucking great in bed. Is that true?” Cain asks, biting on an apple.

I almost snort with laughter. Of course, that’s where he is going with it! And how the hell did he find an apple in this Goddess-forsaken burger joint?!

“Unfortunately, I don’t know that yet,” I joke with a grin, no longer caring about Henry’s reaction or if someone recognizes Cain.

Because fuck anyone who thinks they can comment on whether I should have sex with someone or not.

“Is he okay with open marriage then?” Cain asks me with a smirk.

I wink at him coquettishly and hear Henry exhaling loudly, probably taken aback.

Cain leans to me, wrapping his right hand around my neck and tangling his fingers in my hair on the back of my head.

“Then he won’t mind that…” he says, looking at my lips just before kissing me with his soft, full ones.

I lean into it because it feels like a fun game to play—when we pretend, I don’t have to think about how angry I am with him. But I am angry, so I cut it short.

He smirks and runs his hand down my neck before grabbing his two pints, pointing his chin at the coke, and walking away.

“What the hell?!” Henry exclaims looking at my neck.

At my marking spot specifically. Then, at Cain’s back. Doing the math.

Great, knowing how fast news travel with the internet on this side of the werewolf Kingdom, everyone will know I’m marked by the Rogue Alpha Prince before the wedding even starts.

“Is he… is… that was…” Henry stammers, realizing the implication, and I roll my eyes.

Of course, he’s not so confident anymore.

“The Rogue Alpha Prince, yes, and we clearly had sex at least once,” I say pointing at my mark and grabbing my coke.

“Um, sorry Officer Asher, I mean Alpha… No, Your Highness, fuck.”

I get off the chair.

“Oh, and he isgreat in bed, so I don’t regret anything,” I wink at him sarcastically and get back to the booth, andmyRogue guys.

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