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I reach the shelf with my pants and graze the material of black leather ones. They make me think about the ones Cain likes to wear to battle, and I can’t help but smirk. What about creating a female version of Rogue Alpha Prince’s style?
I take them out and start picking underwear. Black lace panties, no bra. I slide them on then pull the pants on. They are high-rise and slim, they hug my legs and butt in a way that makes me feel sexy.
I go for a black crop top that leaves just a hint of bare skin over my pants, and a thin brown leather belt I plan to DIY as a choker. It reminds me of all the knife-holding strips Cain wears as armor.
It doesn’t take long to find a sharp knife in this room. He has plenty of them everywhere. He is obsessed with them. I steal a look at the massive wooden chest behind our bed—suddenly wondering if it is filled with weapons. Maybe. Probably. I measure the belt around my neck and then cut it with a knife and make a new hole in it. I just need to make it look better.
It’s getting brighter, or I’m used to the dark at this point—so I have no problem finding the lighter Cain uses for the lamp on his nightstand. I roll the ignition button with my thumb and hold the flame under the blade.
When it’s hot and ready, I use it to finish the newly cut rim and hole in my choker. I put it on, double checking that I know how to take it off quickly in case of emergency shifting and look in the mirror. Not bad , I think.
I rake my fingers through my long strawberry-blonde hair to tame my natural beach waves, and nod to my reflection. Maybe I should cut it… like to my shoulders? It would be easier to wash in these spartan conditions. Hmm, why not ?
I tie them in a super low ponytail and look for some scissors on the desk that stands to the right of the exit door. I can’t find any, but my attention is stolen by the thick leather-bound notebook that I’ve never seen before. Cain’s.
I wonder if he would mind if I look inside. I touch it with my fingertips… Swish!
A fancy carved knife drives into the desk just an inch from my hand.
I guess that is a ‘no’ for me looking inside.
When did Cain wake up? Just now? Or has he been observing me for some time?
“Good morning,” I say, taking my fingers back. Not looking at him.
He doesn’t say anything back.
Even when I pick up his sword from the floor, or cut my ponytail with it just a few seconds later.
I throw my cut-off hair into a trash bin and sweep my shoulders. I take off my hair-tie to try to even them out, but I look in the mirror again and kind of like it. Shorter in the back and a little longer in the front. Barely grazing my shoulders. I shake my much lighter head. The waves bounce freely.
I really like it!
I turn around, almost ready for the day—I notice Cain is now half-sitting on the bed and staring at me with a wicked smile.
“What?”
“You know we have hairdressers, waxers, and even a beautician here, right? You didn’t have to go all mental breakdown on your hair like that.”
Before I can answer, someone knocks on our door and walks inside. It’s the maid Cain hit for forgetting about my meal when I was burying my friend. She is carrying a tray of food that smells mouthwatering.
“Luna, I brought you breakfast.” She puts the tray in my hands, bows with a lowered head, and then looks around shyly at our lemony mess .
“Thank you,” I say dumbfounded, noticing that there’s no food for Cain, her Alpha.
“Enjoy, Luna,” she bows again but doesn’t retreat. “I just want to tell you we all admire your strength, and you can always expect the best we have from us.”
Okay, now, I was really taken aback! And kind of… touched?
“Where’s my breakfast?” Asks Cain.
She bows to him and says, “You can take it from the kitchen like you always do, my Alpha,” and I kid you not, just leaves—shutting the doors behind her.
I guess yesterday's bloody show did leave a bad taste with some spectators.
I bring the tray with hot buttered toast, scrambled eggs, fresh tomatoes, fried bacon, and chopped scallions to Cain’s lap and smirk at him.
“I guess they like me more than you, Alpha ,” I sit in front of him.
He stares at me, but I ignore it. I take one of the toasts and load a fork with the eggs. They are delicious. I load the fork again and try to feed it to Cain, but his facial muscles don’t even budge.
“Oh, come on, we can share, there’s more than enough. Don’t be difficult. We have to live together.”
He rolls his eyes but takes a bite.
We eat everything with me basically feeding him in silence—at some point his death stare changes into an arrogant smirk that is getting me hot and bothered more than I would like.
“Why are you all dressed up already?” he asks, when I put the empty tray on the bed beside him.
“I thought I could go with you to your office today and…”
“You are not a General anymore,” he interrupts me and stands up from the bed in all his naked glory.
“I’m not a General yet . ”
I stand up, too.
“Fine,” he says through clenched teeth, towering over me. “You can come but remember to call me by my title at all times—or I will ask you to give me a blowjob in front of everyone, and no amount of tears will help you this time.”
“Fine, Alpha.”
He clutches my jaw in his rough fingers and brings our faces together. I automatically kiss him. I can feel his lips stretching into a smile under mine, so I try to back off but he doesn’t let me, finally kissing me back.
“Okay,” he ends the kiss after a moment and goes to his chest of drawers. “Let me get dressed too. Wear a tampon, and we can go.”
“Wear a…” I murmur confusedly, until I realize he can smell my blood, and so do I. “Oh, shit!”
My black lace panties! I hope they are not ruined yet… at least my period came, and I’m definitely not pregnant—what a relief!
A few minutes later, I stand by the doors in my black Chelsea boots, ready to leave, waiting for Cain to finish dressing up. I’m half surprised he hasn’t asked me to change into a dress yet, but that might be due to all his hot glances at the perfectly exposed shape of my ass.
He finally stands before me in his black leather pants, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt—finishing fastening up some of his brown leather belts that cross his massive torso. There are already a few knives attached to them.
I arch my brow, amused, and he looks at me—then at himself and me again, realizing, at last, I stole his style. He bursts out laughing.
Good. It was either that reaction or putting his sword to my throat, nothing in between with this guy.
“Let’s go,” he says, picking up his sword from the desk where I left it after cutting my hair.
I follow him from our bedroom through the castle—smiling at all the people who greet me as their Luna—until we reach the dark wooden doors of his office.
He opens them, not waiting for me—then he stills in the doorframe so I almost bump into him.
“What the fuck?!” he strides inside.
I walk in, curious at what has made him so mad and shocked.
Ah, my tormentors.
All bruised, cut, wounded, and broken—just the way I left them. They sit around the room between their other warriors.
I can’t help but smirk at their sour expressions and pain-furrowed brows.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Cain roars again, turning in the middle of the room, and I have to stop a chuckle. “Close the door!”
I do it and lean on it with a small half-smile.
No one dares to look at me—not the officers who attacked me and now sit all purple and swollen—and not the warriors who observed my assault.
“Who did this to you?!” Cain shouts at his Beta, who looks the best of them, but judging by the way he is holding his side, clearly has his ribs still broken.
They all have broken bones, otherwise they would be healed by now. They did heal a little. They looked way worse yesterday.
“Your wife, Alpha,” Beta answers with a hiss.
“That’s Luna, to you!” Cain shouts again, and hits him in the arm with his sword. “And you are telling me, one girl managed to beat all of you up?”
“You asked us not to kill her, sir!” Some officer shouts back, and Cain laughs coldly.
“Yeah, that's why one scared little girl was already healed yesterday, and a bunch of huge-ass wolves sit here still all wounded today. ”
“We have broken bones, sir,” says another officer.
Cain closes his eyes in a clear attempt at managing his raging emotions.
“You are all pathetic,” he says finally. “What should I do with you now? Maybe you need lessons! Maybe I should let Officer Asher train your weak asses, huh?! How would you like that?!”
He starts to spiral with anger again, so I step closer and hold his arm on instinct to calm him down. He shoots his eyes at me, and I realize that could have been a mistake.
I watch him take a big breath and close his eyes again—I squeeze his arm a little to let him know I am here for him, I guess. He sticks out the handle of his sword to me, and I hear a gasp on my left.
His eyes snap open toward the gasp, but I don’t look. I just take the sword from him and go to his desk to lay it there. It is too heavy to hold all the time, and I’m not planning on using it.
“Why the gasp?” Cain asks a warrior with a voice full of sarcasm. “If you ever manage to beat up an army of werewolf officers, you could hold that sword too! A bunch of morons.”
He grunts and goes to the table with the 3D map that he tortured me on to get my pledge. I shudder at the memory.
Now that I think about it, I don’t know how I managed to push back all of the things he did to me long enough to have pleasurable sex with him. I guess I was always good at ignoring things I wanted to forget.
Plus, he is smoking hot. Even now, with his brows furrowed in anger while he rearranges stuff on his map.
I lean over his desk to have a better look, and quickly recognize the situation as one of the advanced exercises from my military book.
Cain gestures for everyone to come closer and starts shouting questions at his officers. Maybe they are in pain, or maybe they are just not competent enough, but they can’t figure it out.
After an hour of arguments, Cain rolls his eyes and calls me, “Officer Asher. ”
I’m unsure if he is mocking me or wants me as one of his officers after all, but I don’t care. Either way, I will be his Officer one day.
“Coming, Alpha,” I say, and go around his desk and map table to stand by his side.
“Tell them,” he says, sounding completely bored, and leaves me at the map with a bunch of officers I beat up yesterday.
He sits with his feet on the desk and stares at me while I explain all the tactics that can work in that particular situation.
The officers huff and grunt at first—then realize I know what I’m talking about, and in the end, listen to me with something almost like respect.
Another hour later and I’m completely absorbed by the heated discussion about the current position of the armies, of both the Rogue Kingdom and my Father’s Kingdom. I barely register someone new entering the office when Cain suddenly nods at someone behind my shoulder.
“And your Beta can…” I look to my right at the ash-blonde guy in a white t-shirt who just came in, and stop mid-sentence. No, he’s not Cain’s Beta. Cain’s Beta is already standing on the other side of the table. “So, your Beta—” I nod my head in the right direction this time but stop again.
I can’t help but turn and sniff the new guy.
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