Page 133 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Hmm… raw rabbits.”

I stare at him.

“Wait, what?” I shake my head as if it could fix the conversation.

“What did you ask for?” He puts his glass away too, and lays down with his arms under his head, one knee propped up.

I stare at him.

“I meant like… picking medium rare steak over cheeseburgers… Or like, a well-done burger over breaded chicken breast…. I don’t know. You actually eat rabbits?”

“Yeah, when I hunt, as a wolf. Don’t you eat what you catch?” He props himself on one elbow, and puts his free arm on my thigh—squeezing it lightly.

“Eeeh. I guess we are indeed from two different words. I don’t hunt.”

Living in the city with regular humans was not exactly a wolf-hunting-friendly environment.

“I do.”

“Yeah, I know you do, you were huntingme.” And I am still a little bit mad about it.

“It’s actually our tradition here. To hunt your bride.” He repeats a slightly different version of a story he told my family.

“Of course it is.” I roll my eyes at this fucked-up land. “But next time, some heads-up would be nice. Are there any other traditions I should know about?”

He laughs.

“No, I’m just messing with you.”

“Why were you hunting me then?” I scowl, wondering about other traditions my dad read about. It was adding up, so I’m confused now.

“I just felt like it.” He looks amused. Again.

“You felt like it? Ok, see, now I don’t know when you are kidding or not.”

“I like it that way, I like my prey guessing.” He winks at me, and reaches to grab my neck.

I pull away at first, but he tries again, and I let him catch me. He pulls me down for a kiss I almost immediately break.

“Were you curious how strong my wolf is?” I look him in the eyes, but he looks at my lips, distracted.

“Yes,” He admits after a moment of hesitation, “But I learned how strongyouare instead.”

Only because my wolf didn’t let me fight you, my true mate.

Chapter 38 – I’m a Lost Cause

Cain cannot know why he learned how strong I am, instead of my wolf, while hunting me that frightful morning. I have to stir this conversation away from mate bonds. I let a playful smile arch my lips, still being held by the back of my neck.

“And what do you think? Am I strong enough?” I ask, because somehow I know he doesn’t want some weak damsel in distress. He wouldn’t be paired with me, otherwise.

He pulls me closer, until our noses touch.

“You are, and it’s very hot.”

He doesn’t let me say anything else, crashing our lips together in a passionate kiss.

I wrap my hands around his neck and let him pull me onto him. I kiss him back with all the heat I have in me. And I have a lot.

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