Page 19 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“You do realize that the hymen comes in lots of different shapes and has holes already for the menstrual blood—they can just stretch during sex, not always breaking or bleeding?” I was getting angrier by the second. “And if there is blood, it doesn’t mean the woman was a virgin either! The sex could be rough, or there could not be enough lubrication, or the hymen could simply return to its size after the previous stretching. Read the damn anatomy book, you fools!”

I throw the colossal book I’ve been holding at their dumbfounded faces.

They scatter after this and promptly leave us with a nod to their alpha, who is now looking at me with a spark in his eye.

Chapter 7 – I Sink To My Knees

Iignore the Rogue Prince, like he ignored his staff’s stupid comments, and go to get my book back.

“Is it an anatomy book?”

“No. My lord.”

It is a military strategy book, my favorite one.

“Shame. It would be even funnier,” he says and takes his shorts off.

I turn my sight from him, suddenly scared that if I look at him too boldly, he will throw another knife at me. He growls in irritation.

Of course, he does. He wants me to look at his naked body. He wants to play his little game. He wants me to beg him to fuck me.

“You can look at me,” he says but walks into the bath, not waiting for me to do so.

“I know, my lord… can I just call you Alpha as they do?”

“Well, you were so proud of the fact I am not your Alpha just an hour ago, so, no. No, you can’t.”

I turn to the wall so I can roll my eyes without him knowing, and get back to my stuff while he bathes.

“Can we get another wardrobe in here?” I ask, looking at the one already standing in the room. Not enough space inside.

“If you keep forgetting about addressing me properly, you won't need it.”

Does he mean he will kill me or just order me to walk around naked? Whatever, I’m not too fond of either of those options.

“Sorry, Your Highness.” I sigh, putting some of my things inside on the lower shelf because I am the shorter one here, and it seems like the fair way to share.

“Do you still have contact with your true mate?” Rogue Prince, my true mate, asks casually, and my head snaps up.

I look straight forward at the wall without blinking. I can’t let him know it is him; he would get rid of me instantly. I don’t know why, but I know it. Even if I’m wrong, I just can’t risk it.

“Yes, my lord,” I answer hesitantly, knowing the truth would be easier to manage with someone I had to live with—especially when his questions will build up over time.

Even if saying ‘no’ would get me off the hook quicker here.

“Does he know you are now married to me?”

“Yes,” Technically, “He knows, my lord.”

“Is he jealous?”

I turn around to look at him. He’s immersed in hot water, head resting on the edge of the bathtub, eyes closed.

“Are you? My lord?”

He opens his cold eyes and stares back at me. Then he moves his eyes slowly over my body, which is still dressed in his underwear, in a way that makes me hot and needy. Needy of touch. His touch.

“I won’t be when I fuck you senseless tonight.” He closes his eyes again. “Maybe I even let you scream my name after all, so you know who you belong to now.”

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