CHAPTER THREE

(Third Person POV)

"WHERE is the P-prince?" Mr.Smith asked over the phone. 

Venom's eyebrows furrowed as he sensed something was wrong with the attendant's voice. It was audibly wary.

"He's with me. I saw him outside the hotel earlier," the beta answered and asked back in an arduous tone, "Why did you leave him unattended? You know there are motherfuckers who are after him."

"B-bring the prince to my resthouse. I'll... I'll send you the address," instead of responding to his concerns, Mr.Smith bade and promptly ended the call. 

Venom's frown deepen as his suspicion got on another level. Mr.Smith seemed to have a hard time speaking like he was out of breath. There's a hint of discomfort in his tenor that he's almost squeaking. 

"The hell is wrong with that old fart?" pressing his stiffed spine on his seat, Venom muttered and peered at the prince who was back to sleep. 

With his head resting to the closed window, strands of his long locks fell to the front of his face.

Venom's hand twitched as he had the urge to fix the prince's hair but he held himself back. He's still pissed at the royal wolf's negligence. 

If Venom did not arrive on time earlier, the killers might have slaughtered him already. The highness was not informed that his death would inflict chaos. If something happens to him while he's on the eastern continent, the west will not just sit back and watch. They will use their power to persecute the eastern territories. 

On the other hand, Venom blamed Mr.Smith. It was the obsolete geezer who approached his brother to hire someone to protect and keep the prince from harm yet disregarded his duty as the prince's attendant. 

Venom's jaw clenched. He fastened his eyes back to the front of the car when his phone vibrated. He checked the message and learned that Mr. Smith sent the address of his resthouse. It was at the border of Moon Bay and only a thirty-minute drive. 

"What a bothersome man," Venom grunted and began speeding off. He thought of checking in a hotel on their way to Blood Moon to change clothes and rest a bit but the attendant's call changed his mind. 

It's urgent to see him before hiding the prince in Blood Moon pack. 

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THE night was stale. All must have been in their deep slumber already yet Killian could hear the couple's dispute in the great hall of the palace. 

He was used to listening to their frivolous altercations. They had been like that since the prince was a pup yet he could not understand why they were still not depleted. It was an endless feud it made him sick. 

"Then why not end the anguish?" A cold voice asked Killian and the next thing he saw were lifeless bodies while he was standing in the middle of the bloodbath. 

Of a sudden, the great hall was painted red. The bickering finally stopped which drew a faint smile on the side of the prince's mouth. 

"See? I can make things easy for you," again the impish voice. 

Killian's smile widened as he gazed at his reflection on the stream of blood on the brick floor. He saw himself and a familiar man behind him who had the same long black hair as him. 

The man grinned at Killian and he grinned back. 

'He' who did not unnerve the prince, as long as the noises cease, his identity is top-secret. 

KILLIAN opened his eyes and focused on Venom Forcas who looked exhausted while driving. It's barely two hours when he met the Beta who said he's his appointed bodyguard. 

To be honest, having a dog who would tail him every second is unnecessary. 

What could a bunch of lousy assassins do to him? 

He might look thin for a werewolf but he could wipe those worthless miscreants' existence if he wish to. 

However, it would not be fun if he do that. He wanted to wait for the surprises hidden under the sleeves of the elders who sent him to the east to be revealed. 

Would it entertain him? He'll find out. 

Killian shifted on his seat snatching Venom's attention. 

His bodyguard bestowed him a short glimpse and spoke in a flat tone, "Mr.Smith called. We're going to his resthouse."

Mr.Smith is Killian's eunuch but he's from the eastern territory. He had been serving him for more than ten years. It's a relief for the prince to know there's news about him.

"Is he alright," Killian asked. 

Venom shrugged his shoulders. "We're to find out when we reach his place. By the way, do you want to change clothes first?"

Killian winced as he felt uneasy with his drenched garments. "My things are at the hotel. Should we head back?"

The beta snorted before he sarcastically retorted, "Who knows how many scraps are waiting for you at the hotel. I have spare clothes in the back seat. You can use them."

Killian beamed and his smile increased stretching his facial muscles. "How can you be so grumpy and at the same time generous?" 

Venom pulled up to the side of the road and with a blank expression turned to him. "I am not generous. I'm only doing my job," he replied and grabbed for his extra garb. 

The prince's regard lingered at the beta's face and had a quick assessment of his physical look. 

Venom has short messy hair and a square-shaped face. He has thick eyebrows paired with deep-set hazel-colored eyes and a ski-slope nose. His lips are thin and seemed not used to smiling which gave him an unapproachable aura. Nonetheless, it's hard to deny he's one of the gorgeous male wolves existing in that realm. 

As for his body...

Killian smirked. He better stopped there or he could be mistaken eye-raping his straight bodyguard. 

"So?" Venom asked as he handed his clothes to the prince.

Killian bent his head to the left and asked back in his smooth voice, "So? What?"

The beta leaned closer and elucidated his query against his ear. "How do I look, your highness?"