2; The Useless Prince.

Adrian Moretti.

“Oh, Adrian.” Moaned the red haired chick I’m with. I think her name’s Natalie or something? I can’t really recall.

She’s not a bad lay, just not a good one as well.

I growled, feeling myself about to come undone. Just then, I felt the mind-link open, and the familiar voice of my closest associate came.

“My Prince,” Caleb’s voice came, his tone emotionless, as always.

“What is it?” I grunted, my eyes flicking close…just a few minutes away.

“The Vizier is approaching.” He announced, as he was standing guard outside. “He’ll be here in five seconds max.”

I hummed in the mind link, before closing it. I thrusted harder into the red haired chick, and her moans became louder, no doubt bouncing off the walls of the room and resonating outside.

I could hear the man’s footsteps, and just like Caleb predicted, it took him exactly five steps to come standing in front of the room.

“Prince Adrian,” The old Vizier’s voice permeated past the double doors of the room, the judging tone behind it hard to miss. “I have a message to send across to you.” He declared.

I ignored him, focusing on my current act. Skin slapping on skin, the sound merged with her moans and my grunts no doubt served as evidence of what’s going on. I came a few seconds later, the she-wolf falling exhausted on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.

Of course she’s satiated, I’m not.

Despite the release, that craving is still there. Annoyed to the core, I got off the bed. I slipped into the pants lying beside the bed, then picked up the button up shirt I had tossed aside earlier, shrugging it on—unbothered to put on the buttons.

I padded towards the door, pulling it open to reveal the face of a begrudging Royal Vizier, or as I like to call him, the old geezer. My lips curled into the widest, slyest grin I could muster, as my gaze met his.

“Klaus.” I acknowledged the geezer, leaning on the door and crossing my arms over my torso. My long hair fell on the side of my face, framing my left eye.

His lips slanted into a deep frown that never seems to disappear. “The King requests your presence at the East Wing.” His eyes did a brief survey of my room, his eyes falling on the she-wolf on my bed and the two others wasted on the couch.

I’d almost forgotten about them. I was done with them about an hour ago.

If possible, his frown deepened, and my smile widened. Oh, how I derive joy from his annoyance.

He then met my gaze again, his eyes slightly narrowed and his tone holding a certain edge that wasn’t there before. “Your lowly harems can wait.”

Not harems, I wanted to correct him. Whores would be a better choice. I don’t do harems. Too risky. They become too clingy, and I don’t do clingy.

My hand went through my long, dirty blonde hair as I pushed it back. “I’m a bit occupied...”

“It’s an order.” He pressed, tilting his chin up and narrowing his eyes more if possible. “The King wants you in his chambers, now.”

I dragged a response intentionally for a few seconds, before I shrugged. “Alright.” I pushed myself off the door, and took the lead, with him behind me.

‘Get rid of her,’ I mind linked Caleb whom stood by the door quietly, watching our exchange quietly.

I could feel his confusion. ‘Which one?’

‘The red head.’ My tone lost all trace of the fake lark I mustered to annoy the fuck out of the geezer. ‘She called my name.’ I added, my tone bitter. ‘The filthy omega.’ How dare she utter my name with such a filthy mouth?

He didn’t say a thing, knowing better than to go against my wishes. Those filthy omegas should be glad I make use of them as the whores they are, but to be audacious enough to utter my sacred name? I can’t take that.

The geezer and I reached the East Wing in no time, and he stayed by the door while the guards pulled the door open for me.

The minute I stepped in, I spotted the King of the Werewolves himself seated on the throne, his eyes fixed on me. My lips slanted into a wide grin, knowing it’ll get on his last fucking nerves.

“You called for me, dearest Uncle?” My head tilted to the side, my grin widening. “Can you be quick about whatever this is? I got to get back to my whores so…”

His eyes narrowed, his hand fisting by the side. He’s already annoyed? Good to know.

 “Your bride will be arriving at the palace in a few hours.” He declared instead, ignoring my earlier statement. “Be up front to welcome her. Her father is the Alpha of BloodHound Pack, his second daughter.”

“Second daughter?” I quirked a brow, my lips curling downwards. “Is she hot? Because the eldest daughters are usually the hottest.”

I could visibly see him getting angrier, and I like for that. “The wedding will take place in a month time. She’ll go through the Royal Ethics classes in the meantime.” Once again, he ignored my statements, as if they don’t matter to him.

I know it doesn’t. But, it doesn’t stop me from voicing it out still. “What if I don’t show up at the wedding?” I inquired, after a few seconds of silence, my tone losing its earlier lark as I held his gaze. “What if I bail and her at the alter?”

He didn’t reply, but his eyes did darken, and if possible, his knuckles began to turn white. I’m certain he’s gritting those fangs behind his closed mouth. When I didn’t get an answer after a minute, I raised my hands up in surrender, a smile hanging on my face.

“Was just kidding.” I wasn’t. Clicking my tongue, I turned around to walk out, but not before leaving my response behind. “I’ll decide what to do when I see her first. Whether she’ll be a good lay, or not?” Never a bride though. That, I’m certain of.