Page 13 of Rogue Alpha Prince

As soon as the door closes behind me and the Rogue Prince, I am roughly pushed, front down, onto the king-size bed standing in the middle of the spacious room. What the hell? I knew he would be quick to fuck me, but he could at least—

My thoughts are cut by the sound of the heavy fabric hitting the floor. His black cape, which means he’s already naked.

My head snaps in his direction. He is standing in front of the massive bed I am on but doesn’t look at me; his eyes are closed, and he seems frustrated. He is indeed naked, his huge dick hard and glistening, and it takes everything in me to quickly lift my sight once again to his face.

He sighs deeply and drags his hands over his face. The warm light is dimmed, but with the moonbeam, it’s enough for me to see everything very clearly.

I sit up, casually wrapping the white cape over my lap, and just wait for his next move.

“For the fuck of me, I cannot remember your name. I don’t think I ever heard it, to be honest,” he finally confesses, and I can’t stop myself from laughing.

Even better for me, I won’t tell him.

“Don’t worry, I can scream yours later if you want, Your Highness.”

He opens his eyes and looks into my soul. At least, that’s how his cold staring feels. I stop smiling and swallow with a lump in my throat. Shit.

“I’ll cut your pretty face if you do. You know I don’t have a problem with doing that.”

“You think Ihave a pretty face, Your Highness? Thank you!” I say with sarcasm because my mind clearly lacks safe boundaries.

I blame it on my wolf inner-self, too excited after weeks of self-inclined silent treatment.

He scoffs and turns around. I try not to stare at his toned ass. I fail.

“Stop with all this lengthy royal crap. I’m your husband, you can just call me… ‘My Lord’, or something,” he says, grabbing some black sweatpants from the chest of drawers on the left and quickly putting them on.

I mark my scoff. ‘My Lord’ is still royal and has the same amount of words as Your Highness. Thank you very much.

I look around his room with stone walls and raw wooden floors, noticing for the first time a cool stand-alone metal bathtub in front of big glass terrace doors that also work as the only window.

“Are you? A lord, I mean.” I ask, accidentally out loud, judging by him passive-aggressively taking one of his knives from the top of the dresser.

I gulped. Should I apologize? Or play stupid? I can do both.

“Do you prefer to call me your Master? Since you are my little wolf slut now, I mean?”

Well, at least I am starting to understand why Moon Goddess paired us up. It’s not for him to get some more empathetic, human side. No, uh-uh. It’s for me to finally learn that sometimes I should just shut up. One day with him, and I’ve already learned it’s not good to banter all the time. Silence is gold or some crap.

I don’t hesitate to lean my head in submission, but I decide to add, “No, my Lord,” just in case, so he won’t start to call me his little slut all the time.

I would have to slit his throat in his sleep in that case, and it would not be beneficial for anyone in both of our kingdoms.

“Undress,” he suddenly orders nonchalantly, pointing his knife toward my cape. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you standing in that ridiculous castle of yours.”

He does? Am Isupposed to feel special? And if anyone's castle is ridiculous, it’s the one we are in.

I try to keep my mouth shut. I shouldn’t start a fight with him, not when I know I’ll have to relax enough to have sex at some point. I’m not lying to myself—we will have sex at some point. It would be beneficial for our fearfully joined union. Plus, I don’t intend to live like a nun when I have some hot man all to myself.

But the hatred I have for him is stronger than any logic I have—especially when he has already put on some pants that tell me he’s not seriously considering this, right?

“You seem to like fucking everything that moves, my Lord,” I say with a bow, remembering how he looked at my maid a few hours back.

He shrugs his shoulders.

“Well, partially true, but I’m not into guys that much.”

I can’t help but laugh.

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