Page 111 of Rogue Alpha Prince

The unwritten no-pants-at-the-castle rule known by all women in the Kingdom, is just one of the bazillion reasons I have to kill his immortal ass sooner than later.

The guy makesmelook like a saint in comparison, and we can’t have that.

“Alpha, do we have more meetings?” asks the same servant who came for me earlier.

“Yup, a private one,” as soon as I say it, he’s out the door, nowhere to be seen, as expected.

I want and need to talk to and see my wife, but I mind-link Beta to come and discuss Gamma's mission instead. We need to find a way to help Atlas speed it up without my father knowing.

The doors open finally, and I look up to see Asher striding straight to me in a long, white summer dress and black booties.

“Oh, it’s you,” I say with unplanned disappointment, looking back at the closed doors behind her. I really need to start brainstorming with my Beta.

She turns her head to the side and closes her eyes shut, visibly distressed.Shit. I didn’t mean…

“I swear if youstart crying again…” I stand up and take a step toward her, wondering againwhyshe came back so early.

“I never used to cry, you know,” she admits bitterly, “It’s embarrassing.”

I look at her, taken aback.

It’s not embarrassing. It’s just sad. I hate seeing her like that. I can’t stand it. I don’t know how to help her. Plus, the way she—the strongest woman I know—is so vulnerable standing before me, somehow makes my dick painfully hard.

“I’m sorry, it’s all very overwhelming,” she adds, aggressively wiping a single tear from her cheek.

“I’m in it too,” I remind her calmly.

“Yeah, but your life didn’t change that much, did it?” Ash says with crossed arms and a very feisty look, but she still sounds broken.

I did learn I can fucking fall in love with someone who doesn’t even like me back, but hey, I won’t tell her that, will I? It was one thing to say all those words while we were having fun in her parents' territory. And completely different to say it to someone who, after all that, still thinks she is better than you and that you don’t deserve them.

It fucking hurts.

“But my life?” she continues, “Mine changed drastically. I was supposed to be the next Alpha of all Alphas. The King. And now I’m married to someone who is supposed to have his version of my dream. While I had to give up mine and I don’t even get to be a fucking Luna. My social status changed, my duties changed, evaporated even, I had to move… and it’s not just a different pack, it's a completely different Kingdom. One I used to hate. Did you notice how my cousin called me the Rogue Slayer? Do you know why? We kept a head count. I’m so high above everyone else, no one ever has a chance to beat it. And I’m trying to be a Luna to your people now? After I killed so many of them? The hypocrisy! I’m… I’m overwhelmed and fuck it; I have a right to be vulnerable sometimes in my own space.”

I sigh and take her hand into mine, just to put it on my hard dick. Her brows shoot up.

“You should know, I can barely concentrate on the things you say when you look broken like this—”

There’s a creak of the doors.

“Do you want me to come back later, Alpha?” my beta asks with a smirk.

“No, she was just leaving,” I say, looking straight into my wife's eyes.

Asher stares back at me with disappointment and a hint of hurt, pulling her hand out of my grip.

She starts leaving toward the exit with her head held high, and it dawns on me what she meant by a right to be vulnerable in her own space.I am her own space. She’s not planning to show that side of her to anyone else.

I know what kind of prioritizing I have to make here. Kingdom over her. But it’s the first time in my life I feel guilty about my choice, even if it’s right.

I slide my hand over my face with a grunt.

“I do want to talk to you, I need to know why you are even here, but right now—” I call after her, but she slams the door. “Did she just fucking walk out on me?!”

I turn around and roar with frustration.

“So, what are we doing with Atlas’s situation? Are you still unable to reach him, Alpha?” Beta asks, ignoring my outburst as he should.

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