Page 58 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Rereadit, and don’t tell me it doesn’t look like war efforts, Alpha,” I add a bow again, realizing that only his Beta could get away with my tone by just adding Alpha at the end.

I had to do more, especially as a woman. Ughh.

Cain looks at me for longer than necessary, in complete silence might I add, then rolls his eyes and reads the reports again.

“Fuck. You are right. Everybody out, wait for my command to come back. Officer Asher, stay.”

I stand before his desk at attention, straight back, and lifted chin. The doors shut behind me.

“Do you want to add anything else, now that no one can question your abilities because of your pussy?”

I already know I won’t be able to attend the rest of the meeting. He’s just one step away from sending me to the city with Atlas. No matter how good I am, because of my pussy, he doesn’t give me any real chance for the officer position—and that stings.

But I swallow my pride.

“Can I at least start some Luna duties? I’ll go wherever I’m needed. Your Gamma already showed me where your mini wolves—”

“No.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Do you not want me to because you plan to kill me anyway? Is that it?”

He chuckles shortly.

“No. We’ve never had a Luna. We’re good.”

“I wish I could go back in time and tell that to my Luna duties teacher,” I scoff, meaning every word. I hated that crone.

Cain lifts his eyebrows at me, taken aback.

“You had Luna lessons? Why? Isn’t it just… being nurturing and, um, baby-friendly or something?”

Oh Goddess, they really have no idea here what a true Luna is supposed to be.

“Miss Tarraby would hit your hands with a ruler for that incompetent statement,” I smile at him, but my fingers have phantom burning. “And well… even if it is just being nurturing and other baby-friendly stuff, I think you forget I’m a royal alpha by blood, just like you. I’m not any of those things.”

He leans back in his office chair and looks at me with his navy-blue eyes with a hint of interest.

“I can assure you, all the politeness you’ll ever see in me,” I continue, “Is just behavior rooted in me by royal teachers; who had to prepare me for finding my true mate in some regular Alpha, below my royal status. In my heart, I’m a possessive ruler with anger issues. Just. Like. You.”

“You do have anger issues, don’t you?” he asks with a sexy, amused smirk.

I almost growl at him, which only proves his point.

“Atlas will be busy. I’m sending him away for a mission at night. You can take my delta.”

I want to ask about the mission, but it hits me… Cain has a delta.

“You have a delta?”

What else? Kappa? Are we a college sorority? I bit my tongue after the first question, though.

“Okay, you’ll go with my beta, then,” he says firmly, probably disliking my tone.

Who has anger issues now, huh?

“You know I can’t be left alone with your beta.” I protest, and he bursts out laughing. “It’s not funny! Last time he cut my dress open… who knows what he’ll—”

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