Page 202 of Rogue Alpha Prince

He looks back at the bodysuit, carefully folds it, and puts it in one of the desk drawers. I patiently follow his every move, until he’ll be ready to answer. Or maybe that silence is his answer?

He turns to me, throws me a bottle of water, and stands with his arms defensively crossed under his chest.

“You never fell in love with me, did you?”

I look at him blankly trying to process the source of his question. Is he being self-conscious again? Does he think I didn’t want to keep a baby because it was his? He’s such an arrogantly confident man, but now and then I feel like he cares if I accept him or not—it’s so out of character for him I’m not sure if I read him right.

“I think you would be a great dad,” I say observing his reaction carefully.

He scoffs, looking sideways, “That’s what I thought.”

“Cain—”

“Just… stop, just stop.” He turns around and opens the doors the moment one of the servants is already prepared to knock.

I adjust the covers over my body, and the group of servants bow to me, walking inside with steaming buckets of water.

They promptly leave and a very silent Cain starts preparing a bath for me. Or him. Or us. I have no idea because he doesn’t speak, and I don’t want to vex him more.

I just look at Cain while sipping on the most delicious water bottle mankind has ever tasted.

He finally walks to me and helps me stand up, still without a word. I’m glad I can finally get rid of the mesh panties that only remind me of all my tired—but happily postpartum friends.

“You are bleeding again,” Cain says, looking down, “I’ll ask the Doctor for a—”

“No, he said it is expected,” I cut him off.

“Fine.” He lifts me and walks us into the bathtub that smells like herbs he used after he made his Officers beat me up.

I can’t believe I started a war for this jerk.

“And I won that warfor you,” he lets me know, with a smirk, that I forgot to block my thoughts again.

“Sorry,” I mutter, and he gives me a toothbrush and holds a small bucket of water for me to clean my teeth.

When I’m done, he brushes his and starts scrubbing me with his fancy hipster soap and a washcloth.

“Do you always think about me as a jerk?”

“No, when we met, I used to call you a prick.”

“You are lucky you couldn’t mind link me then yet. You know, I keep wondering why you could do it at all…”

I’m too tired for lies, so I just step closer to him, wrap my wet arms around his waist, and pull my chin up, “Kiss me.”

He rolls his eyes and then bends down a little so I can reach his full lips. I capture them in a soft, gentle kiss that quickly becomes hungry and desperate.

He bites on my lower lip like always and pulls away, going back to scrubbing me.

“I think I wanted to keep it and, I guess, never ever forever have sex ever again,” I try to lose the burden burning my whole being, while I mindlessly look at Cain and the way his muscles flex with every move.

His sight is glued to the parts of my body he is cleaning slowly and deliberately, but I can see he listens to every word.

So, I let it all out.

How I wanted to discuss it first with him, ask what he thinks, and what our plans should be—then let him know I don’t want more kids as long as the King can make them fight to the death, in case that wasn’t clear before.

When I’m silent for a few seconds more, he looks up at me, no words, just waiting. So, I vent some more, and he goes back to cleaning me. About how much I hate his father, how scared I was, how infuriating his getting kidnappedidea was, and how much more infuriating it was that he didn’t trust me with his plan and lied.

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