Page 21 of Rogue Alpha Prince

All day, he endured my behavior with patience he shouldn’t have, and now I know from the bottom of my heart that it wasn’t patience at all. No, it was deliberately pushing revenge in time.

He wouldn’t postpone something small. No. He is planning something big for me, and I was so, so stupid not to see it coming earlier—when I could still apologize and beg for forgiveness or sex or whatever he would want.

“I heard Alpha took you for a walk in the town, Luna. How do you like our capital?” Asks some young, beautiful brunette girl sitting on the nearby chair, bitten butter roll in her hand.

Luna. Wait. Luna as in Alpha’s wife—that’s me!

“Ehm,” I think back to that ski resort vibe the town was giving me. “Yes, it’s really lovely, especially the parks. All the houses look so charming and cozy. I like it very much.”

“Wow, you really are a princess,” she says loudly, and some people laugh.

I notice almost all the chairs at our long table are taken now. Some people eat, some stare at me, and some do both. The lounge armchairs all around the walls are occupied, too.

“What else did you do today, Your Highness?” she asks me, but the Rogue Prince answers instead.

“We fucked,” he lies, probably because that sounds more badass than the pastries he got from some, otherwise closed, cute little bakery. He casually sips his wine while I’m unsuccessfully trying not to choke on mine.

He is leaning back on his ridiculous chair with his knees open wide, with no care in the world, and people laugh around us. I notice from the corner of my eye that two werewolves are actually fucking, paying no attention to the audience.

I feel a fricking blush staining my cheeks. It’s not Rogue Prince’s lie that causes it or the frivolous pair by the wall. No, it’s the embarrassment of choking in front of all these people—as if I haven’t been practicing all my life how to remain calm and stoic in situations like this.

My parents would be so ashamed of me right now. And worried I won’t survive in this environment long enough to steal any valuable information for them.

“While we are on the topic,” says Rogue Prince, and all eyes and attention of the room are on him again, “I wouldn’t mind a blowjob right now.”

My heart skips a bit when he looks at me.

“Blow me,” he adds with an alpha command voice, the strong force I know, without a doubt, everyone in the room can feel.

I can feel everyone looking at me, waiting for the show—his warriors snickering at my humiliation, and I cannot believe how perfect his revenge is.

I have to do what he asks me, not because his alpha commands work on me, they do not, but because I have to act as they do. Therefore, I have to basically do it of my own free will and force myself willingly, which only makes it worse.

I stand up with a confidence I don’t really possess, having no choice but to obey him in front of everyone. Knowing the moment I even hesitate, he will use his sword on me. He has to do that as much as I have to put on a show to not look like a threat to them. He cannot let anyone know I could choose not to listen to him. On this side of the border, his reputation is more important than my life. And my life as a known threat would not be a safe one either.

My family wouldn’t even know if something happened to me, would they? I’m suddenly sure he is not even concerned about this aspect of the alliance that is supposed to make everything safe.

I am not safe here. I never will be.

I sink to my knees between his thighs, so humiliated, no longer like a princess but some whore. A single tear leaves my right eye in mourning for my innocence and humility that he plans to tear off me layer by layer.

I don’t think there will be any layer left after this.

I put my hand over his black leather pants on his already hard cock. The sick bastard clearly enjoys my humiliation. I go for his belt. I feel his hand on my right cheek so briefly, I’m not sure if his wiping my tear is just a product of my imagination.

I’m not stopping or looking at his face. I unzip his pants, and then I feel his big hand on my jaw. This time, the touch is firm. He leans down to my lips, but instead of kissing me, he shouts in his husky alpha voice.

“Everybody out! So I can’t bend my wife over this table.”

I’m confused for a moment, but seeing as everybody leaves without a word of objection, I realize the unspoken rule.

They can see me blowing him, but they can’t see me naked or maybe being fucked—the only perk of being his wife. I gulp, not knowing which is worse. Public blowjob or being forced to have my first time on that rigid table?

Rogue Prince releases my jaw unceremoniously as soon as the doors close after the last person.

“Now moan,” he tells me with an annoyed expression, leaning back in his chair.

Moan? How can I pretend to moan out loud when I’ve never really done that? I don’t even know how I sound! My whole life, I did everythingnotto be heard in a mansion full of my super-hearing family.

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