Page 46 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I stand up, too.

“Fine,” he says through clenched teeth, towering over me. “You can come but remember to call me by my title at all times—or I will ask you to give me a blowjob in front of everyone, and no amount of tears will help you this time.”

“Fine, Alpha.”

He clutches my jaw in his rough fingers and brings our faces together. I automatically kiss him. I can feel his lips stretching into a smile under mine, so I try to back off but he doesn’t let me, finally kissing me back.

“Okay,” he ends the kiss after a moment and goes to his chest of drawers. “Let me get dressed too. Wear a tampon, and we can go.”

“Wear a…” I murmur confusedly, until I realize he can smell my blood, and so do I. “Oh, shit!”

My black lace panties! I hope they are not ruined yet… at least my period came, and I’m definitely not pregnant—what a relief!

A few minutes later, I stand by the doors in my black Chelsea boots, ready to leave, waiting for Cain to finish dressing up. I’m half surprised he hasn’t asked me to change into a dress yet, but that might be due to all his hot glances at the perfectly exposed shape of my ass.

He finally stands before me in his black leather pants, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt—finishing fastening up some of his brown leather belts that cross his massive torso. There are already a few knives attached to them.

I arch my brow, amused, and he looks at me—then at himself and me again, realizing, at last, I stole his style. He bursts out laughing.

Good. It was either that reaction or putting his sword to my throat, nothing in between with this guy.

“Let’s go,” he says, picking up his sword from the desk where I left it after cutting my hair.

I follow himfrom our bedroom through the castle—smiling at all the people who greet me as their Luna—until we reach the dark wooden doors of his office.

He opens them, not waiting for me—then he stills in the doorframe so I almost bump into him.

“What the fuck?!” he strides inside.

I walk in, curious at what has made him so mad and shocked.

Ah, my tormentors.

All bruised, cut, wounded, and broken—just the way I left them. They sit around the room between their other warriors.

I can’t help but smirk at their sour expressions and pain-furrowed brows.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Cain roars again, turning in the middle of the room, and I have to stop a chuckle. “Close the door!”

I do it and lean on it with a small half-smile.

No one dares to look at me—not the officers who attacked me and now sit all purple and swollen—and not the warriors who observed my assault.

“Who did this to you?!” Cain shouts at his Beta, who looks the best of them, but judging by the way he is holding his side, clearly has his ribs still broken.

They all have broken bones, otherwise they would be healed by now. They did heal a little. They looked way worse yesterday.

“Your wife, Alpha,” Beta answers with a hiss.

“That’s Luna, to you!” Cain shouts again, and hits him in the arm with his sword. “And you are telling me, one girl managed to beat all of you up?”

“You asked us not to kill her, sir!” Some officer shouts back, and Cain laughs coldly.

“Yeah, that's why one scared little girl was already healed yesterday, and a bunch of huge-ass wolves sit here still all wounded today.”

“We have broken bones, sir,” says another officer.

Cain closes his eyes in a clear attempt at managing his raging emotions.

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