11. Caught In My Own Trap

CADEN'S POV

I stood quietly in the shadows watching Tyrion still frozen. Then finally the guy from Firstfell pack grunted with relief as his seed spilled into his mouth and I watched him swallow.

I should have looked away. Should have left the moment I realized what was happening. But I couldn't. Something kept me rooted in place, watching every movement, every expression on Tyrion's face. The way he'd taken control, the confidence in his movements, the satisfaction in his eyes afterward.

The other guy stood up, did his pants and walked out while Tyrion stood there with a satisfied smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Then I finally came out of the shadows between the decorative bushes, "Alpha Bastian's beloved son is a cocksucker? What an amazing discovery and turn of events." I taunted getting closer.

He gave me a cool stare that showed me he was unaffected by my words.

I hated Tyrion, he was another guy in the pack girls liked but he kept his distance and I always thought it was to show how more controlled and better than me he was. The epitome of my uncle's teaching and the worst thing is he isn't even his real son. Just some bastard he took care of.

But watching him now, seeing this side of him that no one else knew about, I felt something twist in my chest. It wasn't just hate anymore. It was something more complicated, something that made my skin feel too tight and my pulse race in ways I didn't want to examine.

"And you watched a cocksucker suck a cock for more than necessary Caden. So tell me Caden? Why did you watch me?" He said raising a brow at me.

The question struck an agitated nerve in me as the question spiraled in my head.

Why had I watched?

My heart beat out loudly in my chest as his words came haunting in my mind. What the fuck was this bastard implying?

"I'm not like you bastard," I spat out.

Tyrion rolled his eyes and shrugged, "I never said that but now you got me wondering why you did but unfortunately I'm not so curious about you that I'd waste my time here wanting answers." He said as he tried making his way past the cluster of bushes toward the ceremony grounds.

I grabbed his shoulders roughly and turned him to face me.

"Where do you think you're going? Want me to go out there and tell everyone about what just happened?"

I saw the fear flash before his eyes before he hid it, I wanted to feel triumphant like I would usually do but it didn't come.

I brushed the feeling of what tasted like guilt away as I got down to business. Feeling petty emotions like that is weakness, if I was weak then I'd end up like my parents, dead and forgotten.

"You're fucking cruel Caden and you'll get what you deserve. Just tell me what you want, I don't have time for your twisted games." He spat out.

His words felt like acid forced down my throat.

"Now, you're talking. You're going to do everything I fucking tell you. My little spy and my puppet," I said coldly.

Tyrion looked at me giving me a death glare, "Whatever. You know where to find me. I'm going to do this but do not expect that everything you ask will be obliged," he said looking at me before his eyes wandered down below my waist then landing on my cock.

My eyes flew wide as the meaning of what he just said hit me, "I'd never—"

"Never say never Caden," He smirked walking away and I felt like I'd just been caught in my own trap.

I heard a voice call for us to gather to listen to the king's verdict as I made my way back toward the ceremony area.

****

As I made my way back in, the warm glow of the hanging lanterns casting light across the mingling crowd, my eyes caught Gretchen and then Maeve looking fine.

I grunted realizing things hadn't gone as planned but I felt safe because there's no evidence of my plot. Something must have occurred.

Maybe if I wasn't so preoccupied with watching Tyrion I could have gotten things back on track.

Instinctively, my eyes scanned for Tyrion and I saw him holding a glass of wine talking to the guy from earlier like nothing had happened and I felt irritated.

I wanted this ceremony to be over as soon as possible so I could finally get my title as Alpha.

Prince Riven climbed up the elevated platform decorated with royal banners about to give the announcement.

"The King thanks each and every pack for their contribution to the great kingdom of Valeria. He has seen your dedication and has decided to reward that by letting each strong and prestigious member from the pack come join The Blood Moon Academy. Those who graduate with the best results would be privileged to serve in the Royal Lycan Court. This has been carefully thought by the king as a way to train the future generation to be exceptional."

Some erupted in cheers while others stood frozen in shock. Top families from Firstfell and Stonewell pack didn't look surprised, in fact they looked expectant.

I was completely taken aback by this sudden news. The Blood Moon Academy? I'd heard whispers about it - an elite training ground for future court members, but I thought it was just rumors.

Then I saw Alpha Bastian across from me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

The bastard knew. Wait does that mean he knowingly kept this from me? He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly?

This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil.

Bullshit, just bullshit.

My eyes hardened with anger.

Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy."

He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell.

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton

....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life.

"Maeve Edgar."