Page 212 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“No, it’s fine. I mean, it made me furious but also even more determined to be the King myself. And then I started working in the army, and apparently, no one wants to fuck the military girl.”

“Why? It’s your best quality!” Cain sounds indignant.

“Thank you, I know!” I match his energy and lift my hand for a high-five.

Helooks at my outstretched hand like no one ever high-fived him before. I shake it a little for slight encouragement.

He smacks his lips with resignation and finally gives me a high-five back.

“Is Gamma always the one who chooses the movie because he’s the picky one who doesn’t like your choices?” I ask the guys when I notice how furrowed Atlas’s brows are as he looks at the selection with narrowed eyes.

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” he murmurs. “Claudia asked for romantic comedy because no one has the mental capacity to watch anything heavy after—"

“Hey,” Beta interrupts him while getting closer to sniff me, “You don’t smell like fresh blood today, good job!”

They stopped commenting on my constant bleeding weeks ago. That smell became a sad constant in our lives very quickly, and even the doctor doesn’t know why exactly my scarred wounds keep opening up.

“You do smell weird, though.” He takes another sniff. “Like…”

“Stale water?” I provide and arch my brow at Cain pointedly. “I know.”

I reach for the popcorn, knowing already, that it will run out before Atlas finally chooses anything.

“What’s hard with picking a romantic comedy?” I ask with a full mouth.

“I’m looking for something without sex. Blue balls.”

“Tell me about it,” Cain murmurs under his breath.

I know Cain hasn’t slept with anyone since before we went to my cousin’s wedding, but Atlas? He probably meant just a few days.

“So, did they at least do some romantic shit to woo you over?” Claudia asks me with a half-peeled orange in her hand. Someone being fancy with the snacks!

“Oh yes, sometimes it felt like a contest to be honest.”

“So, what was the most romantic thing anyone ever did for you?”

Ilook down at the floor trying to think, but only one memory constantly bangs on my brain since she asked that question.

“It was Cain, I mean, Alpha, sorry, you can punish me later.”

He shifts under me, and I start to wonder if he’s getting hard at the thought of punishing my bare ass.

“Which thing do you have in mind?” he asks confidently, and Claudia arches her brows, flabbergasted.

I look him in the eye.

“When you selflessly and shamelessly helped me win my family's singing contest. The gesture was romantic in itself, but the way you sang with me… I still have goosebumps thinking about it.”

“Hey, are you free tonight? Can I schedule you?” Atlas suddenly turns to Claudia.

“Oh, so I’ll get money for it?” She fishes out her little notepad from a secret pocket in her dress. “No, why do I have… wait, the wrong date… Yes, I’m free. What scene do you want?”

Scene?Like the BDSM stuff girls in the library always talk about?

“I don’t know. A girl that’s into tattoos?” he scoffs and goes back to choosing a movie.

‘Don’t even say a fucking word about being into tattooed guys,’ Cain mind-links me immediately, and I realize he didn’t give me a headache, too late to be sure about it.

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