Page 185 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“I heard you already wore it a couple of times too many,” he snickers at me then adds, “You are lucky I’m too gay to ever be questioned about seeing you naked, but still, I’m not taking any chances, so. See. You. In. Ten. Minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” I salute and take off my shoes.

He leaves slamming the door, and I take off my unsexy underwear too.

“Okay, come on,” I clap my hands at Claudia in a fighting stance.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” she squeals, but then laughs taking her lacy thong off. “I’m joking, I’m not that drunk, I promise.”

I reach into my inner wolf powers and elongate my claws and canines with ease. I scratch at the air before her face, and that gets her moving.

She follows with her claws, and we smirk at each other. She shakes her shoulders with closed eyes as if she is concentrating on the task. Finally.

I close mine and draw on my powers again, ready to shift into my beautiful gray beast. I feel my every claw and every fang. I feel all the power sitting in me, simmering, waiting, healing…

There is a deep growl when Claudia manages to stand on all four paws before me in all her white wolf glory. She’s much smaller than all the adult werewolves I used to work with but beautiful, nonetheless.

But my shift never comes.

I stand in front of Claudia’s wolf form, naked and confused.

As soon as she notices my face, that I’m too numb to control, she shifts back into a human.

“Luna?” she asks with a surprisingly sober voice.

“I can’t shift,” I say blankly while staring at my claws and feeling all that undeniable power stretching from my core to all my fingertips.

She bites her lip and looks at me, waiting for my reaction or maybe wondering if I know what it means.

Of course, I know what it means. Every werewolf knows what it means to not be able to shift when your wolf powers are up and running.

I’m fucking pregnant.

“I think… I think I need to go back to Beta before he starts looking for me and asking questions,” I say, retracting my claws and fangs back.

She brings me a robe in complete silence.

“Don’t say a word to anyone.”

“Yes, Luna,” she bows her head in submission, looking even more stressed than I am.

“Don’t worry, I’ll inform Cain as soon as I can, you won’t have to keep it from your Alpha for long,” I assure her.

She looks up at me and keeps opening and closing her mouth until she gathers enough courage to say what she thinks.

“That was a very Luna-like thing to say. You don’t have to be so— um, I’m your friend. And you are allowed to think about yourself first in personal situations like this.”

If that was the truth… I wouldn’t be married to her Alpha right now.

I give her a strong smile before going to my room with my head held high and hopes down.

Beta Lucifer is sleeping in sweatpants on my Queen-size bed like a starfish with an eight-pack. I purse my lips knowing he heard me entering because I saw his eye open briefly in my direction.

I feel so hollow inside, I’m not sure how I can manage to walk around the room so proper and alive, long enough to give Lucifer time to turn on his side without purposely waking him. I don’t want to talk to him.

But when I’m done with my old nighttime routine and dressed in a comfy cotton pajama set—as I call my oversize men's t-shirt with hipster panties—he is still a giant seafood.

I push him angrily to the side and quickly climb under the cover before he can roll back. He does it anyway and sleepily wraps his arms around me the same way Cain always does.

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