Page 89 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I won’t come for him!

I dress up casually and go to the kitchen for some breakfast, where Chef Susan is already in full hustle mode.

“Oh, Princess Asher, so good to see you, my dear! Do you want avocado toast like always?”

I’m about to say yes but something feels wrong, and I stop at the creeping realization.I miss him.

And I am scared of the consequences of not listening to him—that’s what I try to tell myself, but to be completely honest, that’s not the reason for my tightened guts.

“No, thank you. Can you instead prepare something to go, please? Two of them.”

She looks at me taken aback, but quickly composes herself and looks down. No longer happy to see me and we both know it.

“Is there something Rogue Prince likes in particular?”

Lemons.

“I know you have a lot of work with my brother's birthday parties, so just give me whatever you have already prepared.”

She nods. Five minutes later I run to my car with two breakfast burritos in my hand, and a lemon pie recipe in my back pocket.

I go to the tattoo shop with my heart on my sleeve, but something stops me from entering.

It’s already way past the six hours the guy said it would take. What if Cain’s not there anymore? What if he is mad at me? What if he didn’t miss me? Of course he didn’t, I mean—

“Ash,” Cain bursts out of the door, almost running into me.

He has an upper half sleeve tattoo wrapped up in foil. I can’t see what it is yet, but it is big, and I lose my voice for a moment.

Cain leans down for a kiss, bringing his hand with the notebook to my face. Oh, my Goddess, how I missed those soft lips on me!

I’m catching feelings here quicker than humans catch STDs.

“I brought you breakfast,” I try to remain composed. Cain doesn’t deserve to know how much I like spending time with him.

“I’ll eat in the car. I’m so fucking tired, Ash, I swear I fell asleep in that chair a few times, like some weak human.”

And what did the poor tattoo artist have to say?

I give him one of the burritos and lead him to my SUV.

“Can you check your wolf app? Guy said it will take a few weeks to heal, and I swear Atlas is always like brand-new the next day.”

“I already checked,it will heal in four or five hours… shit, wait, you have royal Alpha blood,” I fish out my phone again. “Two hours.”

I sit behind the steering wheel and start the car as soon as he’s inside with a burrito in his mouth.

“Let’s pretend I don’t know you didn’t plan to come at first,” he says between bites, “You were lucky I was still there.”

“Will you show me what you got?” I steer with one hand and bite into my burrito, completely ignoring his veiled threat, because why should I not?

“After we take a nap,” he promises with a yawn. “What time does the party start?”

“Party?” I ask with a full mouth before the realization comes. “Oh. In the evening, don’t worry about it. We have a whole day ahead of us.”

He nods, chews his last bite, and falls asleep in the car before we manage to get back. I cannot stop thinking about the leather-bound journal he has on his lap. I want to look inside so badly!

But he wakes up as soon as I park in front of the mansion, and I don’t have a chance.

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