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I ignore the Rogue Prince, like he ignored his staff’s stupid comments, and go to get my book back.

“Is it an anatomy book?”

“No. My lord.”

It is a military strategy book, my favorite one.

“Shame. It would be even funnier,” he says and takes his shorts off.

I turn my sight from him, suddenly scared that if I look at him too boldly, he will throw another knife at me. He growls in irritation.

Of course, he does. He wants me to look at his naked body. He wants to play his little game. He wants me to beg him to fuck me.

“You can look at me,” he says but walks into the bath, not waiting for me to do so.

“I know, my lord… can I just call you Alpha as they do?”

“Well, you were so proud of the fact I am not your Alpha just an hour ago, so, no. No, you can’t.”

I turn to the wall so I can roll my eyes without him knowing, and get back to my stuff while he bathes.

“Can we get another wardrobe in here?” I ask, looking at the one already standing in the room. Not enough space inside.

“If you keep forgetting about addressing me properly, you won't need it. ”

Does he mean he will kill me or just order me to walk around naked? Whatever, I’m not too fond of either of those options.

“Sorry, Your Highness.” I sigh, putting some of my things inside on the lower shelf because I am the shorter one here, and it seems like the fair way to share.

“Do you still have contact with your true mate?” Rogue Prince, my true mate, asks casually, and my head snaps up.

I look straight forward at the wall without blinking. I can’t let him know it is him; he would get rid of me instantly. I don’t know why, but I know it. Even if I’m wrong, I just can’t risk it.

“Yes, my lord,” I answer hesitantly, knowing the truth would be easier to manage with someone I had to live with—especially when his questions will build up over time.

Even if saying ‘no’ would get me off the hook quicker here.

“Does he know you are now married to me?”

“Yes,” Technically, “He knows, my lord.”

“Is he jealous?”

I turn around to look at him. He’s immersed in hot water, head resting on the edge of the bathtub, eyes closed.

“Are you? My lord?”

He opens his cold eyes and stares back at me. Then he moves his eyes slowly over my body, which is still dressed in his underwear, in a way that makes me hot and needy. Needy of touch. His touch.

“I won’t be when I fuck you senseless tonight.” He closes his eyes again. “Maybe I even let you scream my name after all, so you know who you belong to now.”

Well, that’s pointless because you are him, but please, go on . My unhinged wolf part purrs in my mind .

I have this sudden need to do something on my own accord, to reclaim the reins of my life, and he is so handsome and… mine. We can say he is mine, right?

I come to him and bend over the rim of the bathtub to catch his throat with my hand. He lets me, not even opening his eyes. Of course, he does. He’s not afraid of me at all, and that thought alone makes me afraid of him more than anything else could.

Still, I lean in and kiss his full lips just because I can. With one swift motion, he grabs me and pulls me inside the tub with him, taking charge of the kiss and the whole situation, warm water splashing around the room for the second time since I’ve been here. His hands roam my body with need, and I melt under his firm touch.

My clothes are soaked, and my tits show through. I don’t care. The way he did that, still kissing me with his tongue, was so hot I readjust my position so I can straddle his hips. We are so close there’s no space between us. I’m still in his boxer briefs, and they are not that easy to move aside, so I feel safe to do only what I want to. And I want to kiss my mate.

I kiss him back with matching fervor, moving my hand back to his neck and then up, until I run my fingers through his wet hair. I move my other hand there too, feeling his head—sides and back shaved short, top left long.

“Mmm,” I purr into his mouth, completely content and so unsatisfied at the same time.

I try to pull away to look at his gorgeous face, but he bites my lower lip. He lets go reluctantly and then closes his eyes, not honoring me with a look.

I have my hands on the sides of his neck, with thumbs on his prickly jaw. I try to guess what he’s thinking, but it’s in vain. He is a master of emotionless looks.

He feels mine. But he’s not.

I sigh and turn my head away, painfully aware that I can’t let my guard down even in front of my true mate. Especially in front of my true mate.

“Hey,” He catches my chin in a weirdly gentle way that I didn’t expect from him.

“Yes?” I ask with a quiet, hoarse voice.

For a moment, I wonder if he has noticed my mood went sour.

“Bring me the towel,” he uses an alpha command that doesn’t work but still mentally hurts. “What? Did you count on something else from me? Sex?”

I shake my head ‘No’ and start to stand up. Our hot moment passed, and he is just an asshole again.

I can feel his gaze on me when I get towels for us, and then, begrudgingly, I take off his soaked clothes clinging to my now cold body.

I have to get naked in front of him whether I want to or not; there’s no bathroom, no divide I could use, and definitely no privacy for me anymore. It makes me so angry I want to cry.

But I don’t. No. I suck it up and get my jeans. What does this prick do?

He tells me no.

“Wear a dress,” he commands, like his better access to my body was more important than my comfort throughout the day.

I plan to banter with him for the rest of the day in the most subtle way I can. But first, wear a dress, because as petty as I am, I don’t want to end up with his sword pierced through my body.

“You are such a brat. We’ll have to work on your attitude,” Rogue Prince says straight into my ear while opening the massive doors to the dining hall. He endured my attitude for the whole day as we went on a calm stroll through his extra-quiet-after-a-full-night-of-wedding-celebrations town, and all its parks and nearby forests while stuffing ourselves with a dragon-weight of pastries he got for us.

I immediately notice how everyone inside is a true mix of cultures and ethnicities. You could literally see how they are clustered from all the packs around the world. It dawns on me, though, that they all look the same somehow. It’s the clothes. They are all either black or so distressed and post-apocalyptic looking with a weird hint of medieval spin on it… I look around the dining hall and realize with dread that all the women here wear long dresses, even the servants. That means that when he stopped me from wearing jeans, he just didn’t want me to stand out for my own good. And I risked with so much bantering because of it. Fuck.

I can feel his approaching revenge. I swallow hard and enter after him. He leads me to the long table lavishly stocked with great-smelling food.

But my stomach is in knots, and I’m not sure if I will be able to eat anything now.

Everyone nods their heads respectfully at us. Or him. I’m just at his side, after all. It feels weird.

There is no sight of the crew from this morning.

We arrive at the top of the table where the biggest chair stands, looking almost like a throne. For a moment, I wonder if it’s for the Rogue King, but when the Rogue Prince pulls out the chair on the right of it for me, it becomes clear that the throne is for him, the prince.

He smiles at me when I sit down and pushes me closer to the table. He is nice to me, too nice, and I get chills.

All day, he endured my behavior with patience he shouldn’t have, and now I know from the bottom of my heart that it wasn’t patience at all. No, it was deliberately pushing revenge in time.

He wouldn’t postpone something small. No. He is planning something big for me, and I was so, so stupid not to see it coming earlier—when I could still apologize and beg for forgiveness or sex or whatever he would want.

“I heard Alpha took you for a walk in the town, Luna. How do you like our capital?” Asks some young, beautiful brunette girl sitting on the nearby chair, bitten butter roll in her hand.

Luna . Wait. Luna as in Alpha’s wife—that’s me!

“Ehm,” I think back to that ski resort vibe the town was giving me. “Yes, it’s really lovely, especially the parks. All the houses look so charming and cozy. I like it very much. ”

“Wow, you really are a princess,” she says loudly, and some people laugh.

I notice almost all the chairs at our long table are taken now. Some people eat, some stare at me, and some do both. The lounge armchairs all around the walls are occupied, too.

“What else did you do today, Your Highness?” she asks me, but the Rogue Prince answers instead.

“We fucked,” he lies, probably because that sounds more badass than the pastries he got from some, otherwise closed, cute little bakery. He casually sips his wine while I’m unsuccessfully trying not to choke on mine.

He is leaning back on his ridiculous chair with his knees open wide, with no care in the world, and people laugh around us. I notice from the corner of my eye that two werewolves are actually fucking, paying no attention to the audience.

I feel a fricking blush staining my cheeks. It’s not Rogue Prince’s lie that causes it or the frivolous pair by the wall. No, it’s the embarrassment of choking in front of all these people—as if I haven’t been practicing all my life how to remain calm and stoic in situations like this.

My parents would be so ashamed of me right now. And worried I won’t survive in this environment long enough to steal any valuable information for them.

“While we are on the topic,” says Rogue Prince, and all eyes and attention of the room are on him again, “I wouldn’t mind a blowjob right now.”

My heart skips a bit when he looks at me.

“Blow me,” he adds with an alpha command voice, the strong force I know, without a doubt, everyone in the room can feel.

I can feel everyone looking at me, waiting for the show—his warriors snickering at my humiliation, and I cannot believe how perfect his revenge is.

I have to do what he asks me, not because his alpha commands work on me, they do not, but because I have to act as they do. Therefore, I have to basically do it of my own free will and force myself willingly, which only makes it worse .

I stand up with a confidence I don’t really possess, having no choice but to obey him in front of everyone. Knowing the moment I even hesitate, he will use his sword on me. He has to do that as much as I have to put on a show to not look like a threat to them. He cannot let anyone know I could choose not to listen to him. On this side of the border, his reputation is more important than my life. And my life as a known threat would not be a safe one either.

My family wouldn’t even know if something happened to me, would they? I’m suddenly sure he is not even concerned about this aspect of the alliance that is supposed to make everything safe.

I am not safe here. I never will be.

I sink to my knees between his thighs, so humiliated, no longer like a princess but some whore. A single tear leaves my right eye in mourning for my innocence and humility that he plans to tear off me layer by layer.

I don’t think there will be any layer left after this.

I put my hand over his black leather pants on his already hard cock. The sick bastard clearly enjoys my humiliation. I go for his belt. I feel his hand on my right cheek so briefly, I’m not sure if his wiping my tear is just a product of my imagination.

I’m not stopping or looking at his face. I unzip his pants, and then I feel his big hand on my jaw. This time, the touch is firm. He leans down to my lips, but instead of kissing me, he shouts in his husky alpha voice.

“Everybody out! So I can’t bend my wife over this table.”

I’m confused for a moment, but seeing as everybody leaves without a word of objection, I realize the unspoken rule.

They can see me blowing him, but they can’t see me naked or maybe being fucked—the only perk of being his wife. I gulp, not knowing which is worse. Public blowjob or being forced to have my first time on that rigid table?

Rogue Prince releases my jaw unceremoniously as soon as the doors close after the last person.

“Now moan,” he tells me with an annoyed expression, leaning back in his chair .

Moan? How can I pretend to moan out loud when I’ve never really done that? I don’t even know how I sound! My whole life, I did everything not to be heard in a mansion full of my super-hearing family.

“You have to moan. I said I’ll take you on this table, so you better act like it’s the best sex of your life, or I won’t help you ever again.”