Page 72 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I mean what I say because it was arranged, with high stakes, so we’ll be together for the rest of our lives no matter what. We can act as we want, we can be ourselves, and we don’t need to pretend to make it last—because there is nothing that could change our fate. Nothing but death.

“You might be right, and we are definitely more similar than I originally thought,” he says, surprising me with honesty and guessing so well what I was really thinking in the first place.

His natural lemony scent breaks through all the apricot wash fumes, and I am struck with the sour reminder that he is my true mate, and I should be way more careful with my feelings than I just was.

He grabs my jaw to tilt my head up and gives me a chaste kiss.

“Hmm, you still taste like me. I like it.”

He pulls back and looks into my eyes as if searching for something. I remain unbothered, I learned from the best.

He finally grabs one of the guest towels and leaves me to myself.

“What the fuck?” He says after a few minutes, when I’m done with my shower and wrapping myself in the softest towel I’ve ever used.

I look up.

Cain is standing in front of a gigantic bed. He throws everything out of our duffel bag and holds parts of his infamous warrior gear.

“Where’s my suit? I packed it before—”

“You don’t need a suit. You are my Rogue Alpha Prince, and all the evening semi-formal wear doesn’t concern you.”

He looks at me with annoyance, and I have to stifle a laugh.

“Don’t act like you didn’t have at least ten different knives under that leather jacket today, Alpha. I could feel them when I was hugging you. Also, don’t act like you want to fit in because we both know you would rather wear your intimidating gear, than some boring suit.”

“I thought you would want me to fit in,” he says, but starts pulling black leather pants over his boxer briefs with a content smile.

He likes what I did.

“I want you to be you. Just don’t kill my family, please,” I say jokingly, but I MEAN IT WITH ALL MY HEART.

He shoots me another annoyed look.

“Forget about something?” he asks when I finish pulling on my black velvet, figure-hugging, knee-length, open-back, high-neck halter dress.

“I had to forgo all of my underwear and pajamas to fit that fur thing in,” I tilt my chin to his cape.

He bursts out laughing and wraps his arms around me.

“Little wolf,” he says into my hair, “You should have started our official meeting by telling me you don’t wear panties under sexy dresses at family reunions, and you wouldn’t have had to lie about not being a virgin.”

I huff with annoyance, still in his arms.

“I wasn’ta virgin. I told you already under the command,” I twist the truth into this convenient lie.

“Yeah, your mate. Will he be here tomorrow?”

I look at him blankly. Shit. I will have to thread a thin line so he won’t corner me with more Alpha command questions.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m here with you. By the way, what do you want me to call you when we are not alone? Your Highness?”

He lets me go and starts attaching knives to his leather chest-crossing belts.

“MyRogue Alpha Prince has a nice ring to it,” he says with a crooked smile.

Oh, my Goddess, I’m screwed if he keeps smiling at me like that.

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