Page 70 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Um… I… I can’t take that picture out of my head now, thank you.”

Cain snorts with laughter, and Ella gives him a wink.Oh, my Goddess.

“So, how is your new mansion? Is it bad?”

“It’s… it’s medieval,” I say nodding. “We live in a castle.”

She looks at me blankly.

“But are there modern clothes?”

I think back to all the waist-conformed dresses that all the women working in the castle wear.

“It’s medieval,” I repeat simply.

“But there are modern clothes, right?”

I laugh at her.

“Oh, you bought me this, too?” I exclaim, looking back at the basket she gave me. There is a box of my favorite pink coloring shampoo.

“Yeah, I thought you may want to return to your roots for the few days with us. It will wash off before you have to go back.”

I’m not sure what Cain would say about my strawberry blonde hair being literally pink, or why I even care, but I thank her anyway. It was very thoughtful.

“Do you want to say hi to everyone?” Ella asks.

“Oh, no way. I didn’t marry the Rogue Alpha Prince himself, to not be able to make some big dramatic entrance.”

Ella chuckles.

“Okay, I’ll text you when everyone is ready. You have about two hours before the cocktail party starts.”

“Cocktail party? Is it only for family or—”

“It will be more like family dinner, actually. But tomorrow, pretty much all young Alphas will be here for the main party. And on Tuesday, there is this birthday brunch, family only as well, I think. See you! Oh, I love your new hairstyle, by the way, so edgy!”

She kisses my cheek, and gives Cain another wink before running back to wherever she came from.

I guess any hair shorter than the waistisedgy for a princess.

“She’s a lot, I know,” I pat Cain’s chest as soon as she’s out of our vision, and start leading the way to The Gray Room.

“How old is she?”

“Eighteen. She’s a princess too, but not in the direct line of inheriting a throne, so… she does what she wants, let’s leave it at that.”

“Do you like her?” he surprises me with his question. I didn’t think he would care.

“I do like her, yeah. I know she’s… a lot, but she was always the closest girl to me, even more than my sisters. Who are all younger than her, by the way.”

I push open the doors at the end of the third-floor corridor to reveal an awesome, massive master bedroom with a double shower behind a glass wall. Everything is decorated in shades of grey with a few mixed metal accents. It is very modern and manly, but I absolutely love it.

I jump on the bed with kid-like happiness that doesn’t last long becausesomeonedecides to throw a duffle bag at me.

“Hey!”

“I’m going to take a shower. Being your bodyguard is exhausting,” Cain says, taking off his clothes.

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