Page 227 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“I hate you even more, Little Wolf,” he looks up at me with a knowing smirk and all the love in the world.

After all these years of lying and worrying about my own life, the relief is so overwhelming that I don’t even know anything except that I love that scheming, ruthless man in front of me so much!

“You are perfect for me—even more than I am perfect for you,” he continues, moving my face to him by grabbing my chin in his warm, strong hand.

“Cocky as always,” I murmur and kiss him back, my body—finally—slowly relaxing after all these years in fear. “Did you have to torture me… Oh, my God, you are such a dick!”

“But somehow, I’m exactly who you want.”

“Arrogant dick,” my words are muffled by his mouth again.

I slip my hands under his shirt with a moan, and that’s when the screaming bunch of Cain’s copies swarm around us, now wearing matching black sets—and I can’t tell who is who for the life of me.

Perfect timing, as always.

“They can just eat yogurts, right?” Cain asks me with a wink, and before I can even process it, I’m being pulled to the pantry with some steamingly hot intentions—while our three oblivious Rogue Princes are being instructed to make their own breakfast.

“I don’t want to touch wet things,” Milo, I think, says, standing in front of the raindrops-covered gate, when we are finally ready to go to the packhouse almost an hour later.

“We’ll see in ten years,” Cain shoots back, opening it for him.

It takes me a second to realize he means sex…

“Oh my Goddess, Cain!” I swat him on the shoulder.

“What?” he asks with a shrug and his signature sexy smirk, before pulling me for another kiss.

THE END