The Rogue King's Daughter

Chapter 2 The Pink Clothes

Enya

My night patrol shift went without serious trouble. I had to swallow one or ten stupid remarks to maintain peace, but whatever. I didn't want to anger Max, not before our next mission. I really need to go on this one and if I piss him off too much, he can change his mind about me going and leave me at home. That will mean no fun for me, which is unacceptable.

I don't have time to go home to shower and change, so I opt for a quick shower in the locker rooms on the training grounds, hoping I have some spare clothes in my locker. I stand in front of my locker with my name on it. Enya Redfang.

Well, Redfang is not really my family name since I was adopted when I was five years old. My adoptive Dad, Tyler, the previous Alpha King's Beta, found me in an orphanage and brought me home. I don't remember my birth parents or my life before coming into Tyler's life. Tyler lost his mate when she gave birth to Taylor, my other older brother. Tyler never found a second chance mate nor chose one. He wanted nobody else. Then, he met me and changed my life. I will forever be grateful to him, even though he's no longer with us. He died when I was eighteen. One day, he was there for us, and the next, he wasn't anymore. I don't remember him being sick. That was why I was so surprised by his sudden death.

I sigh heavily and tap on the code to unlock the locker. What the...? There are clothes, but they are not mine! Everything in there is pink. Pink doesn't go with my unapproachable vibe. I like dark colors, like dark green and black, sometimes gray... and that's about it. These three colors go perfectly with my red hair and, most importantly, my personality. Or better say, my wolf's personality, because she is the one on the verge of going berserk most of the time. I don't know what happened to us in the past when she feels like we need to hate the entire world and every person walking on it. Okay, not everybody, only most of the members of this pack. And of other packs, too. There are several exceptions, though.

During my missions, I found out that in some packs, my wolf is restless, like we are in some kind of danger. No imminent danger, but the feeling is unsettling. In other packs, she feels relaxed, even at peace. As if the people there are not a threat to us. There is one particular pack where I feel as if I'm at home. And I can't wait to be back there. My wolf and I live for these moments when we are there.

Back to f*cking Tom! This is what I've got for my joke about his pink pajamas. Not that he has any. If I put these clothes on, everybody will laugh their *sses off when seeing me dressed like a Barbie. But do I have another option? Screw him, and screw them! I will deal with Tom later. And if I see anybody making fun of me, I will deal with them, too.

I reluctantly grab the clothes and drag my *ss to the showers. What in the f*cking hell? My favorite shower gel was replaced by some glittery pink nonsense! I only buy one brand, for men, with the right scent - pine trees and lemon. My favorite scent in the world. It soothes my nerves and brings comfort when I need it. It soothes my wolf, too, because it reminds us of one person that is dear to us both. That we love, even though I don't want to say that word aloud.

Just you wait, Tom! I open the bottle and, gosh, that smells awful! Roses and something unrecognizable. Gross! Better avoid this abnormality. I don't need to smell like a flower shop... or like a hooker. My new clothes will do the trick as they are.

After the shower, without my favorite shower gel, I must point out, I put on the pink clothes. For f*ck's sake, I look like a nuance. My black sports bra is peeking out of the pink tank top but screw that. Either everybody will see my bra, or I'm going without it, and then everybody will see my n*****s. The first option is it! The pink leggings are too much, but at least they are leggings and not some shorts or a skirt!

I can already picture the faces of my team members and other warriors when they see me in this. Why today, of all days? I have a briefing with Prince Kellan about his security arrangements. We are accompanying him to the neighboring kingdom, being his protection during the ride there and back and in King Henry's kingdom, too.

I exit the locker rooms. During my walk to the conference room where the briefing is being held, I meet several of the warriors. They all look at me with amusement but avert their eyes when I shoot them my famous death glare.

I open the door to the conference room, ready for what's coming. Max is standing in front of the whiteboard, and when he spots me, his jaw drops to the floor. The room is so quiet, you can hear the clock ticking. Awesome! I scan the room with my eyes, trying to find an empty spot. I see one next to Luke, my partner, and one of the best warriors like me.

Luke and I have been working together for almost two years now. He is probably the only one not bothered by my 'rich personality', as my brothers call it. He and Max. The other warriors tolerate me, but sometimes they have enough, and then the real fun begins. Only a few of them can take me down, though.

I quickly walk to where Luke is sitting, seeing him smiling wider and wider with every step I take. When I'm in front of him, Luke is having a hard time containing his laughter. He is hiding his face in his hands, and his body is shaking violently.

Before I can sit down next to him and punch him for laughing at my expense, the clearing of Max's throat interrupts me. I turn to face him and see him hiding his amusement by biting into his bottom lip, looking somewhere behind me. He too? Traitor. I bet he is having the time of his life now. He knows me well, he knows how I hate this situation.

'Enya...' He says. He probably wanted to scold me but couldn't. There is only one way out of this. Pretend nothing is wrong, and they will drop it.

'Gamma Max, I'm sorry I'm a little late. I did my best to come as soon as possible after my night duty. I hope I didn't miss anything important.' I tell him, leaving the part about Tom's involvement with my breathtaking clothes out of this for now.

Max probably has an idea of what happened. He knows Tom, too, and he knows how we can be when we get carried away with our jokes. When I look around, I see almost everybody laughing. Some are subtle about their amusement, some are even trying to hide it, not that they are succeeding at it, and some are shamelessly taunting me with their grins. If I manage to beat their *sses during our mission and let it look like an accident, I'm off the hook, right? One can dream...

I raise my eyebrows at Max and point to the chair, hoping he will get the hint that I want to sit down and not stand there and be the laughingstock of all the people present. He indicates for me to sit down and right the second my butt hits the hard surface of the plastic chair, a voice I've never heard before speaks.

'I didn't know we were taking such good-looking she-wolves with us. Nice change for once. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better, beautiful.'

I look in the direction where the voice came from and see Prince Kellan leaning against the back of his chair, looking at me with interest. I've never seen him this close, and I've never talked to him. I must admit, he is sexy with his long black hair in a twist-in bun. One precise movement and they will fall out of the bun, inviting you to play with them. His black beard is not too long but not too short at the same time, giving him a mature appearance. He is tall and well-built from the way his black shirt clings to his body, giving off the aura of a bad boy. He has captivating gray eyes. I've never seen such a color.

One sentence from his mouth is all you need to know you are dealing with a kid in a man's body. He is a shallow prick, looking at women like they are good only for one thing. He is a spoiled brat who doesn't need to move a muscle to achieve anything. Everything was served to him on a golden plate. Everybody tells him how powerful and handsome and other sh*t he is, and he probably believes them, but the way he behaves and speaks tells me he lacks experience.

The experience of knowing that you don't judge people based on the way they look. He acts as if he knows everything, that he is the best one and nobody is better than him. He may act like he owns the world, but it's clear as a day that the way he carries himself and the way he really looks are two different things.

Guess what? I dealt with a lot of men and even Alphas like you and never backed down from any challenge. Because this is a challenge. He probably thinks I am a Barbie because I am dressed like one, but he has no idea what I am capable of. He will find out soon, though.