The Prince's Guard

Chris settled on top of the bed, he’d sobered up since earlier in the day and not really ready for sleep but it was guard rotation in five minutes, so he’d hidden in his room. He let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling with a blank mind. His mind had been blank a lot recently.

A tap drew his eyebrows together. Then another. He sat up, looking at the door but it hadn’t sounded like anything banging against wood. He dropped his legs from the bed and approached the window. Peering through, he saw the Alpha’s youngest brother, George. “Get down here!” he whispered up.

“What are you doing?” he whispered back so his guards wouldn’t hear.

“Sneaking you out! Just climb down!” Chris looked back at the door, should he? “Come on!”

Chris worried on his lip a moment before shrugging to himself, what harm could it do? He slipped his shoes back on and as quietly as he could, slipped out the window, grasping the window sill before dropping to the ground in a crouch. “Knew you were fun! Come on, the party’s already started.”

“What if they notice I’m gone?”

“Who cares! Come on!” George clapped him on the back and raced off, so Chris followed.

They reached the other side of town where human music was spilling out. He glanced around wondering how anyone around was coping with the noise.

He followed the male, who was a few years older than him, into the house to be met with what felt like hundreds of bodies. It was warm with everyone dancing and talking over the music. “Good, eh?” George asked as he guided him through.

He wasn’t really sure, nevertheless, he knew what would make him feel free. So he mingled, he drank until he felt loose and alive when he danced.

“Here!” George thrust a glass into Chris’ hand. In the low light, he inspected the green drink.

“What is it?”

“Fairy juice. What do you think? Just down it!”

Chris looked at the glass suspiciously, he was already feeling the effects of the alcohol he had already drank and quite frankly whatever was in his hand looked like poison. Fluorescent green poison.

He couldn’t deny he was enjoying himself. Girls were dancing against him, everyone was friendly and desperate for his attention. He knew it was because of who he was… but he just didn’t care. He sipped on the drink and wretched. George clapped him on the back, laughing, “Tastes rank but you won’t even notice after three gulps go on! Down it, down it!” he began chanting, promptly followed by everyone around.

Chris shrugged and tipped the glass chugging until his insides were on fire and the glass was empty. He released the glass, “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed followed by the ruckus of cheering from seemingly the whole party.

His head spun and suddenly he didn’t give a shit about anything. He didn’t care who he was, didn’t care about reputation… nothing. The haze of the alcohol soon hit and the night became a bit of a blur.

He was talking to a group about fighting techniques.

He was discussing the advantages of having a strong alpha.

Another drink landed in his hand with no clue who had given it to him. He was drinking it all the same. A backside was grinding against his crotch, he couldn’t even see straight enough to see who.

He stumbled to a seating area, flopping down, spilling his drink on the table. “So! Wha’ was it really li’ bein’ kidnapped?” someone across from him asked.

He squinted, trying to see who had spoken. “Well ya’ know… bit shit.”

“Is it true you were raped?”

“Gary! He was ten!” a female voice interjected.

“And?”

“Nah. Jus’ didn’ feed me n’ shit. Beat me about.”

“Were you scared?” another voice as more had joined the small group, crowding around the sofa to hear his tale.

“I’m a [hic] Hunterson! Wha’ you think?”

“You’re so brave,” a female crooned, pressing against him.

“Jus’-Jus’ duty!” he declared, waving his drink around in exaggeration.

“Is it true the Royal Beta saved you?”

“Wade? Fuckin’ Wade? Nah. I got myself out. Don’t need anyone! The guards didn’ know wha’ hit ‘em!” He found his lips taken by another, he fisted flaxen blonde hair, roughly shoving his tongue into her mouth before pulling away. “And then! Ya’ not heard anything! Father ripped that sick son of a bitch apart!”

“It’s true?”

“Oh yeah! Dick didn’t stand a chance.”

“I heard he was the ex Royal Beta, that true?” a voice came from the crowd.

“Blackwood?” another asked.

“Yeah that the one!” The male, Gary that was sat on the adjacent sofa, stated.

Chris shrugged, turning to the raven-haired that was pressed against him, “Does brave royalty turn you on?” he growled. He didn’t give her a chance to reply, crashing his lips against hers.

A tap on his shoulder made him pull up for air, only for the blonde to take up her place, the raven-haired had her hand on his increasing bulge. He growled into her mouth, tongues lashing against one another. He broke away, scraping his teeth down her neck, nipping as he went. “Fuck, wish I was your mate.”

“You could be,” he murmured, tugging her golden hair.

Her only response was to giggle.

A few more drinks down Chris found himself with a different group on the other side of the house. A dark-haired female with a braid over her shoulder was happily perched on his lap, “Shots!” someone cried, thrusting small metal glasses into everyone’s hands.

“Wanna see summat cool?” Chris announced, slurring every word.

“Yeah!” came the ruckus.

“Ge’ some silver!” The room around him stilled a little, confused looks passed his way. “It’ll be awesome. Do it.”

“Prince want silver! Ge’ it!” someone cried, prompting the cheering and goading to resume.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of clinking and clunking metal floated around and the crowd parted for the male holding silver shackles attached to a chain in gloved hands. “All I could find.”

Chris dislodged the female on his lap so he could stand and approached the wolf. Without announcing anything, he took the chains in his bare hands.

“What are you doing!” the gloved wolf cried, prompting anyone that wasn’t looking to turn their way.

“Summat we don’ tell people,” Chris slurred, wrapping the chain around his arm.

“Whatever, you didn’t get silver!” a blonde male announced, approaching him. He grabbed hold of the chain confidently only to let out a cry of agony, whipping his hand back, “What the fuck, dude?!”

“Im-Imunimity,” he slurred, dumping the chains to the floor. He whipped his t-shirt off and gestured to the male with the gloves, “Go on,” he encouraged. The male hesitated but with the whoops and urges from the crowd, he picked the cuff up and placed it on Chris’ chest like a brand, for any other wolf, it would have done just that.

“That’s insane!”

“So cool!”

“Bullshit! Bet I can do that!”

Chris shrugged, happy to prove the cocky male wrong. Without prompting as soon as he had stepped up, Chris shoved the cuff against the male’s bicep.

“Oh fuck, shit!” He jumped away, a very visible puckered burn mark on his arm.

“Stronger than all you fuckers,” he mumbled, stumbling back into the sofa.

“That was hot,” a female whispered in his ear, was it the same one as before? He had no idea.

“Make you wet?”

She giggled, “Maybe, think you’ll have to find out.”

He growled lowly, leaning over her until she was lying back, his hand worked its way up her short skirt until he reached the apex of her thighs, “Fucking soaked,” he rumbled before plunging two fingers into her down to his knuckles.

With his fingers rhythmically pumping in and out he continued drinking, and drinking, and drinking.

The last thing he remembered was stumbling into the night air.