Page 100 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“He is just a normal human being…” I pause, with the sudden realization I was tricked again. “Oh. I see what you did there. Smart.”

They are a good match.

“Exactly, he is a human being. He’s not a God.” My dad smirks at me and comes closer to hug me. He is almost as tall as Cain, so I lean my head on his chest as he pats my pink hair. “You can do this even if it’s scary. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. I mean, the whole mate thing is an unforeseen problem, I admit, but—”

“Maybe it’s not a problem at all. Maybe it’s a blessing,” my mom chirps in, earning our condescending looks.

She always was too romantic for her own good.

“What?” she shrugs her shoulders, “I think you can even be happy. Even if you could reject the mate bond to feel safer around him, your characters remain the same. And if I’m right, and I always am, you are very compatible, so—”

“Is this why you were into war so much?” My dad suddenly interrupts her as if he wasn’t interested in her opinion at all.

But I know it’s not the case. He is interested. He just doesn’t need to hear it because he already knows what she thinks. They always interrupt each other, it’s like their thing!

I shake my head and free myself from his embrace.

“Don’t shake your head at me. It is possible, deep down, your wolf always knew your mate was on the other side of the border.”

I tilt my head to the side and purse my lips. He’s too soaked in my mom’s romantic ideas to realize how ridiculous it sounds. Our wolves are the most primal parts of ourselves, but they are not some mystical other beings trapped in our heads. They are just… us.

“Can we normalize girls liking military stuff without a crush on a boy?” I lift my brows at him unamused.

“Well… I thought it would be a quick way for you to meet all the alphas and betas, without the need to invite everyone for a mating ball. You know I hate those. That was why I let you pursue this hobby of yours,” he admits shamelessly, in a tone that makes me wish he was joking.

My mom chuckles, so I glance at her. That’s when I notice she is staring at the floor blankly.

“Blair?” My dad touches her shoulder delicately. She looks up at us with a grin.

“I just remembered how you were always rooting for Voldemort,” she chuckles again.

“I wasn’t rooting for him. I could just understand where he was coming from,” I roll my eyes.

“I wonder what was first,” she goes back to staring blankly, this time at the window. “Are you the way you are because you were given to him, or was he given to you because of the way you already are? Huh. Either way, it’s clear you are perfect for each other, even if you could reject him.”

This is the second time she has mentioned rejection this morning.

“Did you know you can do that? Reject, I mean.”

Bothof my parents nod at my question.

“We heard legends, but everything we ever had, all the books on how to do that, were burned by the Rogues centuries ago. And it’s not like it was ever common knowledge, because who needs that anyway, so no one knows how to do that anymore,” says my dad.

“Could they just be stolen? Not burned?”

“No. Well, I guess, maybe, why?”

“Rogues seem to know how to do that. I know Cain’s Gamma successfully rejected his mate, Claudia—"

“Wait, he has a Gamma? As in third in command?” My dad inquires with sudden interest.

“They were more prepared than we thought. Dad, I think they would… win. Soon.”

“Then why would they come up with all of this?”

“Access to the university. Education. Just winning wouldn’t actually improve their lives.” Omitting that I am sure there are other hidden motives feels like lying.

“Hmm. Maybe.” He must have his own suspicions. “But Gamma?”

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