Page 225 of Rogue Alpha Prince

After a lifetime with you. All four of you.

After he said that, showing me how quickly and with no doubts he accepted what happened, we had this hot—passionate sex, and I couldn’t believe somehow I was his, and he was mine… He was mine, and I bit him hard, getting my sweet revenge.

“How do you like what I prepared for our anniversary breakfast?” Cain asks me in a husky voice, bringing me back to reality.

“Hm?”

“I just cut lemons for your tea. Can you smell them?” he asks, grabbing my jaw to give me a chaste kiss.

Just as he never stopped cutting tongues because I didn’t like someone’s laughter, he never stopped teasing me about having a mate somewhere else. Thankfully, oblivious to the fact that it was him, he kept harassing me with lemons every chance he got.

“Yeah, mhm,” I lie as always because I should be able to catch that scent. But for the life of me, I can never tell if there are some lemons in the house or if it is just his intoxicating true-mate smell. “I can’t wait. I can’t believe it’s been five years since we met. And had a wedding.”

Five years with him and somehow no matter how annoyed and tired we are, we still actually like each other. Moon Goddess knew what she was doing after all… I just wish I wouldn’t have to hide this fact from him.

“I ordered more so you could bake those mini lemon pies of yours, I like so much,” he says before three little devils run with squeals into our room in their color-coded PJs.

They all run around us, screaming, jumping, running, and climbing on my legs.

“Mommy!” Yells Milo, in white, the only one I got to name.

Cain agreed to that name so quickly, that over four years later, I’m still avoiding the history section at the castle library and bookshelves at the Meeting Hall—too scared to discover which of the ruthless Rogue Kings held that name before him.

“Can we go to the packhouse already?” Asks Blade, in gray.

“Please! Please!” Adds Demon, in black.

No matter how many times Cain or the boys will call it a packhouse, for me, it will always be the castle.

“Go change your clothes, we will go after breakfast. As always.”

They run out and Cain sighs again, wrapping my waist a little tighter. “When do they finally start school?”

“In two years? Don’t look at me like that. You were the one who insisted we don’t need early education in our Kingdom with all the other help we offer, and the fact that mini-wolves benefit more from spending time with their parents or some other crap. Your words,” I roll my eyes.

“That was before I had three of them at once,” he mumbles and kisses my neck again, “I’ll be downstairs; don’t make me wait too long.”

I smile at him and nod. I love this life we made for ourselves, no matter how chaotic it can be sometimes.

When I go downstairs, my smile falters immediately.

“Do you still smell the lemons?” Cain sits at the kitchen table, observing me with a devilish smirk.

And there are absolutely no lemons anywhere near him. Or in the house. Or probably in the whole Kingdom.

Fuck.

He knows.

Run!I swear on God of Night, this stupid wolf in me will get me killed someday.

My eyes go to the tiny black bodysuit framed and hung on the wall to my husband’s left, and my throat squeezes at the thought of leaving it behind.

As if I had any chance to run away from him.

I became too relaxed and confident with my lies about our true mate bond with the way he never changed, giving me this false hope of never getting the sacred ability, and now I’m fucking dead. He’ll kill me. Children or not, as a marked true mate, I’m still his biggest weakness in all of our enemies' eyes.

And there is no shortage of those for the Rogues like us.

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