Page 87 of Rogue Alpha Prince

Chapter 27 – A Good Long Lick

“Were you having sex while Rogue Prince bit you?” the Seer, who used to heal me when I got in trouble as a kid, asks me, looking very bored.

Cain could take notes from her.

We came to her for advice when we got back to my parent’s summer mansion—I asked one of the maids if they brought her with them. They always do.

“She was still filled with my semen,” Cain answers with a smirk, knowing it doesn’t work like that.

He just tries to mess with me again. He is in exceptionally good humor after I let him, without prompting, take one of the pretty swords from the wall on the second floor, where the Seer resides temporarily.

She looks back at him like she’s actually considering what he said, then lifts her brows with the nod of a chin to herself. “Hmm.”

I roll my eyes but don’t say anything, I know my safe place by now.

“Are you true mates?” she asks suddenly with a fricking chuckle.

Is that why I’m not healing? Because I was harmed by my true mate? I was sure that only happens after the marking… but I also thought the same about the mind-linking, and he swears he could hear me.

“Well, Ash, why don’t you answer that?” Cain says with another smirk, clearly having fun.

I scoff, with the intent of backtracking the conversation.

“What does it matter? We all know the rules of making the mark, and they are the same whether you are Goddess-given mates or chosen ones.”

One of you has to bite the otherwhilehaving consensual sex, not randomly after. Otherwise, half of the battle bites would end up as markings.

“It doesn’t matter, of course, but it’s just obvious you would be perfect for each other. Someone to temper you, Princess, finally.”

Cain snorts with laughter, but quickly stops with amusement when I shoot him a warning look.

“Rogue Prince, if you know how much trouble she always caused me… and with her Royal Alpha blood, she annoyingly always gets what she wants. But we all love her of course.”

I stand up and lean my hand on Cain’s side, where he holds his brand-new shiny toy.

“Do you need your left hand for healing?” I ask her.

“What? No, why?” She looks down, worried that there’s something wrong with it.

I use all my werewolf strength and speed, to draw my husband’s borrowed sword, and slash it over the table where she holds her left hand. Well… not anymore.

She’s screaming, covered in red trickles, and looks with shock at her left hand—which is lying in the pool of blood.

Rogue Prince chuckles again. She shoots him a look and then falls from her chair. I look over the table at her lifeless-looking body on the floor, but I’m not concerned. I can hear her heart still beating when I try to focus on it.

“She just passed out,” Cain says calmly and stands up lazily.

“Yeah, I know, I hear it too.”

I turn to him and lift the blood-dripping sword to my face. I give it a good long lick. His eyes widen and he shoots one brow up, questioning my motives or sanity. Who knows. But he’s kind of turned on too, I can feel it. Sicko.

“She’s a true seer, her blood can heal even the poison,” I explain while I give him the sword back. “She always gave it to me before I fully grew into my wolf power and could start to heal myself.”

“Hm.” He puts it back in his belt, not caring in the slightest that it is still dripping with blood. “Why didn’t you just make a small cut on her palm, or something?”

He is fully amused now. I can see the glint in his usually cold eyes.

“I felt like it was a limb-cutting kind of day,” I shrug my shoulders, “She said she doesn’t need it, you heard her.”

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