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It's Friday night, and my ego is starting to feel rejected. I’m never alone for long enough to blow off some steam by myself. Maybe that’s why I finally turnaround in Cain’s arms to face him. His arm tightens around my waist, but his eyes are closed. I kiss his soft lips tenderly.

He kisses me back. No passion, no tongue, just a peck.

“Mmm, I’m so tired,” he murmurs and tries to burrow his face into my neck again.

I blink and look at his sleepy self. He does look tired, I realize. And cute. But he’s undeniably the strongest werewolf of our generation. Why is he tired? What does he do all day when I’m sent for a stroll with my babysitter of a Gamma, and no real responsibilities? Does it have anything to do with all the blood he has been sporting recently?

Chapter 19 – For a Good Measure

“Yes, I hired a lot of women,” I answer one of the officers in the office on Saturday morning.

I haven’t seen one she-wolf at these daily warriors’ meetings. I get why they are curious about it, so I elaborate.

“Especially mates, if they’re willing, because they can mind-link each other even in human form. But I always anticipate them not wanting to fight while pregnant. Which can be quite often with true mates. The lives of baby pups should always be our priority. That’s whose future we are fighting for, right?”

Unless you are a Rogue Prince. My eyes go to Cain.

He’s barely said a word to me, I realize now, since the morning a few days ago when I told him that he acted very unprofessional. That if he really considers me as his future General−which I’m sure he does, judging by the way he keeps testing me against other officers−he has to start treating me the same way he treats them. And a blowjob for a penalty is not it.

I think he disagrees.

“Unless you fight for power,” I add nonchalantly, finally making Cain talk.

“I fight for the power of my future children,” he says and then looks down, turning a pen in his fingers.

He seems bored. Again. I’m starting to think it is just his go-to look that is supposed to hide his real emotions.

“Plural, my Alpha?” I lift my brow.

A few soldiers snicker in the background but stop when Cain gives them his signature death stare.

“Unless there is a new King, who is willing to write a new decree with the blood of my father, I advise you to get used to the thought that our children will be made to fight each other—to the death—at some point in their early adult lives,” this time he looks straight at me.

“Yes, Alpha,” I bow my head to hide the roll of my eyes at this blood-of-his-father-nonsense, because I have every intention of acting professionally myself.

I will never have more than one kid with the Rogue Prince. I’m ready to kill them myself before they lose their precious innocence by being brought up by this murderer—just to slaughter their siblings!

“How do you manage people? Normal humans?” Asks another officer. Maybe he is curious, or maybe he just wants to defuse the tension.

“What do you mean? They have their problems and their own governments, so we don’t deal with them. They used to know about our existence, but now we are only a legend that no one believes is real. And we like it that way.”

“But you can’t be yourself around them,” he is a skeptic, and I don’t blame him after watching all the werewolf kids playing freely on the streets, in their true forms, every day.

It’s enchanting and looks so freeing.

“But it’s peaceful and safer for us,” I argue. “Human nature is horrible. When they are scared, they are ready to do anything. No one wants nuclear war, that would wipeallof us out.”

I go back to the reports of the attacks up north that I was reading before they started to shower me with questions.

“Am I the only one who is concerned about this?” I ask finally.

“It’s just minor problems here and there,” says Officer Rein.

“Can I get a pen, Alpha?”

Cain looks at me, annoyed, but throws me his pen anyway.

I give him the reports after adding zeros to all the numbers.

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