Chapter 3

Prescott’s pov

Sitting behind this huge oak desk, examining different cases, from different packs was one thing I never enjoyed doing since I became the nation King.

Aside from being the Lycan’s King, I was also the head King of the werewolves. My spices believed that the werewolves were our kind and they were too mild to lead on their own.

I never believed that until I became the King after my father passed away. The werewolf wanted to prove to me that they were more than strong enough to rule their kind but I never ceased to prove to them how mild they were.

Going through these files made me realise I was doing a good job in putting them in their places. Since I made the rules and gave severe punishment to the ones who broke the rules, there has been peace in the nation and I was grateful for that.

A knock came on the door, I sighed and glanced at the wall clock to check if I had an appointment with anyone. But I wasn't expecting anyone until later.

“Yes?” I grumbled, ushering whoever was by the door in.

The door crept open and the first thing that greeted me was that familiar scent, it was the royal Beta.

“Yes, Wharton?” I groaned, knowing he was here to add to my work. “What do you want?” I asked, dropping the file on the table.

Moving my gaze from the file to the well-built man in front of me, a smirk found its way to the corner of my lips. The confused look on his face made me want to roll on the floor in laughter but I was too busy to do that.

“Sit!” I gestured to the seat across from me, he scoffed before shoving his butt into the seat.

“Prescott,” he groaned out my name and I arc my brows at him.

“The title is ‘Lycan King’ understood?” I folded my arms around my chest, throwing him an unpleasant glare.

“But the name is ‘Prescott’ right?” he smirked and I waved my hand in the air in dismissed.

“Whatever. Why are you here?” I picked up another file and I didn't bother to check what the issue was before throwing it inside the bin.

“I heard that she's here,” Wharton said, and for a second I didn't know who he was referring to.

“Who is here?” I asked, I couldn't recall who was coming and hearing that out of the blue did nothing to remind me of who was coming.

“Your bride.” he spat angrily. Anger was clearly shown on his pretty face and that amused me.

“My… Oh, the werewolf girl!” I chuckled dryly. I forgot about her. I never knew my best friend would be so worked up over a mere werewolf.

“What about her?” I asked anyways, if I want to know what was going on in the royal Beta’s head, I better ask.

“Why are you shoving your head in these… Stuff, when your bride is here, waiting for you in the Royals building?” he rolled his eyes and I held back my laughter.

“And since when did you begin to be nosy?” I propped my elbows on the table, staring into his dark eyes with keen interest.

“Nosy? She's your bride and that makes her part of the family.” he moved his gaze to the window and I let out a sigh.

“What family? I never said she's part of the family.” I was already getting angry. I had never assumed the werewolves to be one of my kind, but my best friend was crossing the line.

“But she's your bride, how does that not make her part of the family?” he slammed his hands on the desk which made a harsh noise.

“Oh, Hart, she’ll never be part of the family. I hate werewolves.” I said, and that seemed to calm him a little.

“Of course, I know you don't like her kind. But why did you want to make her your bride?” If Wharton was to be a girl, I would have say I smelled jealousy in his tone.

“Bride?” I scoffed, the thought of making the werewolf girl my bride made me want to barf.

“Man, I need no werewolf bride!”

“You’re confusing me.” Wharton hissed.

“Wharton, what I need her for is not my bride, her role in this pack is not even a memorable one,” I smirked, recalling what I had planned to do with her.

“What’s on your mind?” his eyebrows met as he had a curious look plastered on his face.

“Nothing!” I cleared my throat before picking up the last file for the day.

“You can't tell me nothing.” he retorted and I glared at him.

“Do you want to keep quiet or I should drive you out of my office?” I never planned to share it with him, knowing Wharton, he would tease me with it until I die.

“Whatever.” he yawned before standing up from the seat.

“I need to deliver a file to the council.”

“Just get out already.” I groaned. Wharton shook his head, laughing like an idiot before striding out of the room.

I picked up the file and began to check the content.

It was already late by the time I was done with the last file. I got up from the seat and head out of my office. A guard ran up to me and bowed in respect.

“I will escort you, Lycan King,” he said, his hands intertwined behind his back, with his gaze on the floor.

“You can retire for the day, I will head to my quarter on my own.” I patted his back before walking away.

The hypocritical werewolves called me Beast, demon, monster and whatever evil name they could form in their head. While my kind called me a gracious man. I never really cared about what they all thought of me because it didn't change anything about me.

I got to the Royal building and all the people I passed by bowed their heads in respect. I didn't reply to any of their greetings as I walked passed them. I got to my chamber and headed straight to the bathroom, it was no surprise that no maids were seen wandering around in my quarter, I didn't like the idea of having a maid around me.

After having a quick bath, I slipped into a washed jeans and a black long robe. I left the buttons undone and packed my shiny black hair up, with a few strands leaving the band.

I strolled out of my chamber and headed to where I had asked the maid to prepare for Randale’s daughter.

“Alpa Randale, a foolish man he is.” I scoffed, the thought of him trying to be self-reliant made me loathe him, I heard he loved his daughters and I wanted to see him in agony by using his daughter as his weakness, but he never bugged.

I thought at least he would crawl on his fours but he never do that. He gave his daughter up for his pack and I would make sure he regretted his action for the rest of his life.

Getting to the princess's chamber, I walked in and met her standing by the window. She must have sensed my presence in her room, she hastily turned away from the window.

Her gaze met mine and I immediately felt my face stiffened. She seemed shocked to see me and I felt there was more to that.

I took a step forward, the more I stared at her face, the more I sensed that something was off with her.

“Lycan king,” a voice yelled behind me, panting heavily as he walked in. “Please you need to see something.” I moved my gaze away from the Princess and I was surprised to see the guy that was sent to fetch the Princess was the one yelling my name.

“What?” I hollered and he hastily bowed his head, shivering in terror.

“I fear there was something I need you to see,” he said, I sighed and moved my gaze to the Princess.

She stood there, watching us with her hands entwined to the front. I glared at her for the last time before turning away from her.

“Lead the way.”

With that been said, he straightened and lead me out of the room. I couldn't shake the thought of the Princess off my mind and something in me said something was wrong.