Page 138 of Rogue Alpha Prince

Everyone stops what they are doing as soon as we enter the courtyard. There is silence and all eyes are on us.

I’m their Luna—marked, mated, and bonded to the pack, and they can feel it.

I can feel they do. I canseethey do.

Cain grabs my hand, and leads me to the far end of the table with a smirk. With all the confidence in the world that only the real Royal Alpha can have.

Everyone bows to me, and the whispers are spreading like a disease. It sounds almost like the buzzing of a hive of bees. But I hold my head high like the Royal I am.

“Congratulations, Luna. I guess now we can all stop asking if Alpha Prince needs our services.” Claudia is sitting in the last chair on the right, looking at my mark with curiosity and surprise.

I’m surprised myself, so I can’t blame her for staring.

“What did we miss?” Cain asks her, looking around at the party that is quickly coming back to its full swing, while he pulls out a chair for me across from her—then sits between us on a huge one that looks very similar to the throne he has in the dining hall.

The only sources of light are fire pits and the moonbeam, and it does give a charming atmosphere. I notice some people have way less clothing than they should, so the hot girls floating to the sexy big guy outside were not that underdressed after all.

It’s not one of those orgies one of the reports mentioned once, is it?

“Oh, Alpha, Maggie is pregnant!” Claudia says excitedly, but her eyes keep going back to my marking spot.

I instantly guess that we missed some joint shifting. That Maggie couldn’t complete her shift as usual, when there is a baby pup already implanted in female werewolves’ wombs.

Cain exhales with relief, “Thank God, I was getting worried I’d have to try to budget for some treatments for them.”

‘Is Maggie nonbinary or do you mean ‘them’ with her partner?’ I mind-link him using the only perk of being marked—he can no longer question why I can do that.

‘Partner.’ He gives me a weird, cold look as if I was bothering him.

“Oh!” Claudia turns to Cain again, “Even better news, Remy is not!”

They high-five each other and he yells for the girl.

“Coming!”

“Which way?” Claudia chuckles at her own dirty joke.

“For our Alpha, both!” some black girl sits down next to Claudia.

They are high-fiving her now with a loud hoot from all three of them. I raise my brow at this overly excited display.

“I was very scared and didn’t want to be, Luna,” says the girl, Remy.

I now vaguely remember she was one of Cain’s personal whores, and a weird cold feeling floods my chest.She was scared she was pregnant with him.

Claudia pushes a bowl to me, and I start putting food on my plate—mostly roasted veggies, some brown rice, and then a piece of roast beef. I start digging in but when she never stops looking at my neck, I put my fork down.

“Claudia, just say what you want to say, please.”

She lets the air out of her mouth loudly, and throws words at me at lightning speed.

“Iwouldneverthoughtyouguyswoulddothatsoearly, your Highness.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, and she nervously chuckles.

“I would neverthink you guys—I mean your Highnesses—would do that so early. I thought we’d have at least a few years before Alpha—” She stops abruptly when she catches Cain’s look.

One more word and she wouldn’t have an ass to sit on at this table.

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