Page 18 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I look down at his underwear, realizing what his sweet goal is—my naked body.

He wants to win that little game of his. I’m half-surprised he didn’t show me his morning erection yet for a little extra motivation.

I choose to ignore him and take another step to the door.

“Take it off!” he demands with an alpha command in his voice that should make me do whatever he wants.

Shouldbeing the keyword.

I laugh, knowing he doesn’t have power over me. I just continue to do what I’ve needed to do. Pee. With the door cracked open because I wanted some light in this horrible tiny space. He would hear me anyway.

When I’m done, he waits for me in the middle of the room, standing tall and mighty with a furious look and crossed arms.

“Why?” he asks with gritted teeth.

I take a few steps toward him and smile politely, as a good princess should.

“Why?” I ask with amusement. “I am an alpha-blooded princess,theAlpha Princess. And you are not my alpha. Your father is. We are equal here.” I wave my hand toward the room.

He’s practically seething now.

“Your Highness,” I add and bow in a respectful manner, wondering when he will finally realize all that crap is just me silently mocking him.

“Take it all off,” he says again with even more alpha conviction than before.

“Your alpha commands won’t work on me no matter how hard you try, but don’t worry, I’ll pretend I have to listen to you when we are in public. If you want me to, of course, your Highness,” I bow like the real princess I am.

“Of course, you’ll listen to me in public. Try not to.”

My heart skips a bit. Did he… did he just threaten me?

He looks at the point of his knife for a brief second and then throws it at me ruthlessly—the blade barely missing my left ear and going through the wooden door behind me like it was butter. Splints of wood are flying everywhere around me.

Yup, that was a threat.

“Of course, Your Highness,” I say, but I don’t bow or even look at him because quite frankly? Fuck him.

I move around him and go to my suitcases to start unpacking. Still dark outside or not, I have to do something to occupy my hands.

So they won’t be free to strangle that man, because I would not be successful. He would be, and I value my life too much for that.

By the sound of it, Rogue Prince occupies himself by exercising, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of checking him out. No. Not today.

I don’t look at him, and we don’t talk.

Slowly, it starts to get a lot brighter and easier to unpack. As soon as the sun is up, someone knocks on the big, dark wooden door to our room, and he lets them in.

“Good morning, Alpha,” a few casually dressed men greet him, ignoring me.

They have steaming buckets with them, and they start to exchange the cold water in the bathtub. There is no plug; they just take it out with an empty bucket that stood behind it and then lift the almost empty bathtub to pour out whatever was left inside.

I realize I’m rudely staring at their old ways, so I return to unpacking my things.

They start to talk quietly but grow louder and louder until I hear some of it, whether I want to ignore it or not.

“Oh, she was not a virgin. You were right,” one of them says with the most casual voice, while changing our bedding.

What the hell? Are they talking about me? And Rogue Prince prick just lets them? But why do they… Oh. Oh! They were looking to see if there was blood on our white sheet!

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