Page 190 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Alpha got himself kidnapped,” Atlas says while raking his hand through his blonde hair.

I laugh. But I’m not in the mood for joking. Not when I see Cain’s sword stuck in the ground just a few feet behind them. I stride in its direction wondering why the fuck they are fighting instead of looking for him. “Excuse me, what?”

“You were supposed to stay in your fucking bedroom!” Beta screams at me, probably desperate to finally control anyone weaker than him.

But I’m not weaker.

I draw the sword from the ground and put it to his throat faster than he can react. “Don’t you ever disrespect me again, Beta.”

It doesn’t take me much to control this wild crowd. Just a few cut fingers and even fewer minutes. I go into my general mode, all cold, calculated, and firm. Acting automatically, like in a trance, going on adrenaline. My life no longer matters. Only Cain’s does.

Because without his life, mine would be left to the mercy of the Rogue King, and the only thing I am sure of in this world anymore is that that freak doesn’t know what mercy is.

So, I command on the left and right, the fearless army I used to fight against. Werewolves I used to kill every chance I got—now my only hope.

And everything goes swiftly for a while until we finally know without a doubt where exactly Cain is—trapped on the Unwanted soil, drugged with wolfsbane on his own account, and clearly swordless.

It turns out Atlas was commanded to keep half of this info from us until the time comes.

Well, it came. We are days in, and I am at the point where I would follow my husband straight to hell if I needed to.

And something tells me, I will.

“What about that Unwanted teenager we found? Can’t we use him to get the sword inside?” I ask exhausted after another unplanned battle in front of Unwanted City gates.

The stone wall surrounding the town is guarded like an unconquerable fortress by dirty wolves of all ages, most of them borderline feral.

“Alpha already used him to go inside,” Beta says, clearly knowing more than he admitted before.

We are getting desperate. I’m getting desperate. It’s been days of defeat after defeat, and I need to do the stupidest thing I have ever done. And I’ve done them a lot in my Princess life.

All officers arefighting again, in the middle of the makeshift tent, in one of the few clearings in this abandoned thick winter green forest. Last time, they all had different opinions. This time, we all have only one, same idea.

And they don’t fucking like it.

I don’t either.

The full-blown massacre I pass while dragging Cain’s sword between the dead and wounded wolf bodies only makes me more confident—I’m making a good choice.

By now, I realize my life is not the only one on the line here. I spent enough time at the Rogue territory to know we are all doomed if Cain stops shielding us from the King, so I do the only thing we all came up with.

Me, bringing the sword alone, posing as a useless girl no Unwanted will suspect.

It was a tough choice, but not the toughest of my life.

No, the toughest comes to me the moment I’m surrounded by the blood-thirsty Unwanted—without my ability to shift or the access to the sword anymore. They just took it to their fortress, as we hoped they would.

Do I cover my head or the unborn baby with my hands, showing them I’m pregnant but risking the pup’s life anyway?

In the end, it doesn’t matter.

I can’t cover anything when they pull at all my limbs in an organized attack. They kick me everywhere until I almost lose consciousness.

It hurts.

The only thing keeping me alive through all of this is the thought that Cain still needs to be rescued.

I’m lying in a pool of blood with dark spots before my eyes—the high-pitched noise in my head doesn’t stop me from hearing the threatening roars increasing all around me.

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