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I feel his eyes on me, so I look up at him with a raised brow.

“Cute affirmations.” He shrugs his shoulders with an arrogant smile.

Fuck.

This time I block my mind properly.

“Who baked those?” Claudia asks, shoving one of my lemon pies into her mouth, and saving me from dwelling on my embarrassment.

“I did,” I admit, looking around for Gaia and her baby.

Oh, there she is. Sitting with him on her lap at the other end of the long table, surrounded by some young warriors. They all look like they know each other well.

“Woo can beak?” Claudia is chewing on a big bite, then asks again after gulping it down, “Sorry. You can bake?”

“Yes, my governess asked me to develop a womanly hobby, because throwing knives at a moving target is not very princess-friendly. I thought baking at least gives me an excuse to eat more sweets.”

Claudia bursts out laughing, and covers her mouth still giggling. I send her a smile and a playful wink.

“I thought you were supposed to work in the kitchen, not play with your hobbies,” Cain’s voice is dripping with jealousy once again, so I look at him taken aback.

Can’t I even wink at Claudia? The whore he famously used to fuck five times a day? Is he serious? Or is it his wolf part starting to be a tad bit possessive over his true mate? Another reason why I need to go to the library as soon as possible.

I take a deep breath.

“Yes, Alpha, I did work. I baked these for you—only when I was done with all the tasks your chef gave me,” I try to sound submissive even as I’m boiling with rage inside.

Cain looks at me briefly with his signature unbothered look, looking completely in control of his emotions. I realize even when he’s angry, it seems calculated. As if he allows himself to be angry because he wants to.

Must be nice.

I keep checking on him discreetly throughout the whole meal—barely registering what I’m eating—but he seems to be occupied by observing all his people gathered in the dining hall. Everyone, just not me. Hm. Whatever.

When I see Atlas grabbing my vanishing lemon pie, I stand up and wave at him to follow me.

“I need to do something in the city. We can go together,” Cain says, leaning back on his throne comfortably with his millionth burger in hand.

Seriously, no wonder the guy is enormous.

“Oh, no, thank you, your Highness. We are going to the library today,” I say with satisfaction, knowing he proposed that so I wouldn’t spend more time with Atlas.

I don’t wait for my husband’s reaction. I grab Atlas under his arm, and lead him out. He has such a big grin on his face, that I half-expect him to stick his tongue out at Cain any moment.

Chapter 36 – The Bar Is So Low

The library is enormous, a few stories high with additional loft-like levels. Looks more like a human public library back in my city, than the royal library we had at the mansion. That’s definitely not what I expected from a castle. It makes me look around for a desk with a librarian, but there isn’t any.

“Alpha asks if you want to lead the fighting pit again,” Atlas gets a hold of my undivided attention with his first word.

“I do, but why didn’t he ask me that himself?”

His eyes glaze over for a second or two, and I know he asks him back. I’m not even surprised Cain has him on a constant mind link anymore.

“Alpha says you blocked him?” he narrows his eyes at me—probably wondering if it’s even possible and why I’m able to do that.

I automatically put my fingers to my temples—as if my head was some computer with buttons I could check, and then cringe at my momentary stupidity. Atlas snorts with short laughter.

“Take me to the restricted section while I talk with him myself.”

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