Page 51 of Rogue Alpha Prince

She opens the doors and shouts, “Gamma, let’s go,” knowing exactly who the hot one is.

I fucking knew it.

Chapter 17 – Be a Good Little Wolf

Back to Asher’s POV

Rogue Prince’s salty taste is still in my mouth after the blow job I gave him, and I desperately need to wash it off my tongue.

Hot Gamma is trailing behind me while I run to my lemon-scented bedroom. He looks amused but doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even question why he isn’t in the Alpha meeting that still takes place, with the other officers and Beta. He should be.

I go for my toothbrush and a bucket of water, and Gamma shuts the doors closed after us. He starts to laugh, and I remember that he is well aware of what I was doing to his Alpha in that office when he asked them to get out.

Shit.

I ignore the Gamma, rinse my mouth and spit—but no amount of brushing can erase the memory of Cain’s glorious dick enveloped by my lips and tongue. Fuck, what the hell! I close my eyes, but it’s even worse.

I have to admit, even if I started to suck him off as an opportunity to bite him where it hurts most, I still had fun with it. And the satisfaction of making him come in that dirty way? Mmm. I loved it.

I’m still wet, even now, while I stand by the tub and bucket with my useless toothbrush.

This whole date thing, though? What the heck! I don’t know what his intentions are. They are not pure, that’s for sure. I start pacing around while Gamma observes me with a smirk.

Adate with the ruthless Rogue Alpha Prince? Pure attraction can be enough just for sex. At least, it is for me, apparently. But for a date? We have to actually like each other!

You do like him; my wolf part’s intrusive thought adds unhelpfully.

I fidget with one of the Rogue Prince’s knives that I absently picked up at some point, trying to figure out his hidden plan.

“Fucking Cain!” I throw a knife that sinks to the hilt into the door—just a few inches from the hot tattooed Gamma’s head.

He looks at the knife, amusement swapped to anger.

“Alpha lets you call him by his name?” he asks, looking slowly back at me.

“Only while his cock is inside me. Shh, don’t tell him.” I put a finger to my pursed lips mockingly.

“Alpha will punish you if you don’t stop acting like this,” he takes a step closer to me, so I take a step back. He doesn’t look so friendly anymore. “You know he’ll make me report about this day later with his command, right?”

I snort with a burst of bitter laughter and sit on the edge of the bed. I notice someone picked up all the scattered lemon pieces and placed them in a metal bowl on the desk.

“I’m not scared. He can’t do anything to me that I haven’t suffered already.”

It was all the same, really, different wounds but similar humiliation.

Hot Gamma lifts his perfect dirty-graphite brow at me and takes another step in my direction.

“Alpha can rape you. I know he didn’t. Yet.”

“He can’t. Not if I’m willing.”

“He can make me rape you.”

“He can’t if I’m willing,” I say again through clenched teeth.

Gamma chuckles, “You are a feisty one, I’ll give you that.”

I look downbecause the tattoos on his neck are disturbingly attractive, and I don’t need that right now. Or ever.

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