Page 121 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I feel her fear. She holds onto my arm, trying desperately to pull it away. Water finally overflows while she’s wiggling her body and legs, in a weak attempt of saving herself. But it stops shortly.

I know if I release her now, she’ll immediately heal, and that’s not my intention.

But I can’t kill her either. At least not until she helps me access that magic stone that the ancient scroll is supposed to guard.

‘Cifer, have you ever choked anyone without killing them?’I mind-link my Beta, never loosening my hold on Ash. I feel his presence, but he’s quiet.‘Lucifer?’

‘Yes, Alpha, sorry, you haven’t called me that nickname in twenty years, my brain froze. Yeah. Yeah, you have to hold them long enough for some brain damage to start. Otherwise, they will wake up immediately.’

‘Brain damage? Does it heal?’

‘I’m assuming you are in the middle of choking your alpha-blooded wife, yeah, she’ll heal. I did that to my brother all the time. But better not do it on anyone that doesn’t have alpha blood.’

I cut the mind link and keep cutting oxygen to my wife’s lungs and brain. I rest my head on hers, and just listen to her slowing heartbeat.Thump thump thump, thump thump… thump. Thump.

Thump.

My heart almost stops with hers. I let go of my hold and pick her limp body up, so she won’t drown. I stand up, with her dangling from my arms like a rag doll, splashing even more water on the already wet floor.

I step out carefully and carry her to our bed, looking at her closed eyes and peaceful face. I put her down, come back with a towel, and start to dry her unconscious body. I sit on the edge of the bed and brush away strands of wet pink hair from her calm face. She looks like a rag doll, and I have to focus on her resumed breathing and heartbeat again, to not freak out.

Which brings me back to the reason I did it in the first place.

I fucking fell for her so easily, as if she was made for me by the Moon Goddess herself. That only makes me wonder if she is a good enough liar to hide from me that I am, in fact, her true fated mate.

Fuck. I don’t think she is, but…

A deep sigh leaves my mouth, and I look away from her, clenching my fists.Whatever, it changes nothing,I tell myself.I can love her and still be a ruthless, asshole, Rogue Alpha everyone fears.

I compose myself, cover her naked body with my fur cape, and leave the room feeling as heartless as I can ever be

Chapter 35 – Completely In Control

Back to Asher’s POV

Iwake up with a massive headache, so I keep my eyes shut. I slip my hand from under the warm covers to put it on my eyes, and try to remember how I even ended up in bed. Am I in bed? I peek through my fingers to gather my bearings. I am lying on the bed in Cain’s rather dark bedroom. The only source of light is a silver moonbeam, illuminating the fur I am covered with. I mindlessly caress a fluffy fabric…

Wolf!

I shriek and try to wiggle out of Cain’s skinned-werewolf creepy cape, with growing panic. That’s when he leans over the bed and touches my ankle.

“Take it off! Take that thing off me!”

He does take it off, but then lies down on me, trapping me with his body, pinning me to the bed… I suddenly remember everything. Not being able to defend myself from the Rogue King, because of forbidding laws—then not being able to protect myself from the Rogue Prince, because he is my fucking true mate; and it’s literally impossible for me to use my wolf powers against him!

I thrash under him, trying to escape his hold, but he presses his body between my legs and catches my hands to pin them over my head.

He smirks at me, and I become hyper-aware of how naked we both are. He moves up a little and I feel his hard penis on my folds.

“Take. That. Thing. Off. Me.” I practically spit, but he laughs like it is a good joke.

Hebrushes his nose against my cheek and starts to purr deep from his throat, borrowing his wolf’s power.

“Could you stop acting like a huge cat and just— Mmm,” I moan involuntarily, when he suddenly presses his groin to my core.

My body’s reaction is not helping my situation at all. The bastard chuckles wholeheartedly at me, and puts his forehead to mine—not stopping moving his hips against me.

“Cain, you choked me. If you think you can… Mmm, fuck, stop it!”

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