Page 55 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“No, they are probably in the library, reading the anatomy books.”

I look up at him.

“Are you… are you joking?”

“About the library? Yes, they can’t read, as far as I know. But they are scared of you throwing more stuff at them.”

He grabs something and stands behind me.

“I’m not—” my sentence comes to an abrupt stop when my head is violently pushed down under the water. Cain is holding me down with his strong, big hand.

I struggle to breathe—bubbles of air leaving my mouth while my drunk brain asks me to scream in panic.

He lets me go, and I shoot up; splashing water around me, desperate to inhale something that is not liquid.

“What the fuck, Cain?!” I scream with a sore throat, turning back to see him smirk at me.

“I just want to wash your hair. It is getting greasy, you know?” He reaches his hands to my head again, and I flinch, which makes him visibly irritated.

What did he expect after he tried to drown me?

“Don’t touch me,” I snarl.

“Sit back,” he commands.

I do.

I hate that he has this control over me. I hate it even more that he uses it.

I observe his moves with as much hatred as I can muster. He soaks a yellowish square bar in the water and uses it to wash my hair.

“What’s that? Soap?” I ask, dreading the fuzzy effect it will have on my wavy hair.

“It’s my shampoo.”

“You have hipster eco shampoos here?” I lift my brow at him. It would actually be smart, less plastic waste.

“What’s a hipster?” He pauses, cleaning the strands for a second.

“Never mind.”

“Anyway,” he’s back to massaging my head, and I try not to flinch again, “They sell these bars at one of the stands in the market, whereAtlastook you today. I know they do custom hair products, too. They mix them according to your hair type, weather conditions, and fucking hormones or whatever. Anyway, you can go there tomorrow and order something for yourself if you want.”

Ilook up at him to search his eyes for any possible explanation for this sudden human conversation, but he’s too occupied with cleaning my head.

I hate to admit his shampoo soap smells great, and if I don’t end up with hay on my head, maybe I will go check out that stand…

There’s a knock on our doors, and someone opens them without waiting for an invitation.

“Sorry to interrupt,” it’s the maid that Cain struck on the cheek for forgetting my meal, “Luna, I heard your people like to drink teas back in your kingdom, so I thought I would make you some.”

She puts the tray with a pot, cups, and something else on the desk.

“Tea? I love tea, thank you!”

“Do you want it with sugar, or ho—” she stops with a shocked face when she finally turns our way and sees her Alpha cleaning me.

I stifle a laugh, knowing that his way of humiliating me just backfired.

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