6. What He Really Wants

CADEN'S POV

I walked out of the prince's room feeling more annoyed and worked up than I had been. He had this annoying air of a know it all which I despised. Lecturing me like Bastian would.

Questioning me as if I were a mere pup. Well we will find out if he was so smart now.

With the plan I had come up with, I couldn't help but laugh. I'd be killing three birds with a single stone.

I hurried back into my room and called for Gerald my head of guards. He came in, paid his respects and waited for my orders. "I need you to search for Maeve Edgar, make sure you do so discreetly. Once she's captured take her to Prince Riven's quarters and bind her there. She would serve as a gift to him." I smiled.

Gerald's eyes went wide when he heard this. "But Crown Alpha Caden, the prince specifically said he didn't want anymore visitors for the day." He said, fear dripping in each word he spoke.

"Just do it! And make sure you're not seen." I commanded him as I watched him hurry out to do my bidding.

I couldn't wait to set the other pieces of my plans in motion. This was just the start.

I saw the way the Prince had looked at Maeve, the want boldly written in his eyes as he watched her every step. Even the prince wasn't immune to beautiful women.

My plan was simple: Prince Riven walks in and sees the luscious virgin present waiting for him. Him like any other man wouldn't be able to stop himself and would take her hard like he should.

Then I "slip" to Gretchen about his whereabouts and she would do the rest work of causing enough commotion to make it spread like wildfire how the prince was toying with a common slave and traitor.

After that Maeve will reveal that she was kidnapped, causing the prince further damage of openly raping a pack slave while on Royal Family business. This would soil his name and would lead him to me, as he would plead to have me keep all this from spreading more.

Finally that witch Maeve would be requested to be banished by the pack while I will save her only to keep her as my personal sex slave. I would use her to my fill and treat her like the spawn of the devil that she was. The thought of it made me feel aroused as I sucked in deep, willing myself to have patience.

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I was dressed in my finest ceremonial attire as I flirted with a few girls from other packs, each with tempting curves that made me want to hunt them for sport. Then I saw Alpha Bastian at the far left drinking with Healer Harold, one of the pack's most trusted men.

The ceremony ground was decorated with hanging lanterns that cast a warm glow over the mingling crowd. Tables laden with food and drink lined up while the center remained open for the main event.

It made me more angry at how none of the council men had tried getting on my side when they knew I'd be the next head. They didn't see me but I'd show them all of them.

I turned my head away to find Gretchen and I see her as I was about to approach when Dalia's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Caden, did you get my letter?" She said her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Yes Dalia, Maeve gave it to me. And I can't wait to choose you tonight too. You'd finally be mine," I smiled telling her the words she wanted to hear.

She broke into a wide grin and took a step forward to whisper in my ear, "You know there's still enough time for us to play together a bit before our official ceremony."

I considered her offer, it would be nice filling her tight cunt but Gerald should be done by now. I do not want to miss my window of opportunity.

"Later my love, let's wait to make it more special," I whispered back. She smiled and waved me off and I could see Gretchen sending me a death glare from across the crowd.

"Just the girl I was looking for," I smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes looking disinterested, her emerald dress catching the lantern light as she shifted her weight.

"Your prince is in his room at the west wing guest chamber. He's alone right now. Now go have your fun and come prepare to be my luna." I purred.

Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile.

As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

The stranger's hands were tangled in Tyrion's dark hair, guiding his movements with soft groans that barely carried over the distant music.

My first instinct was disgust - another cucksucker just like the rumors about the prince. But as I watched Tyrion's lips stretch around the thick cock, the way his throat worked to take more, something twisted in my gut. Not disgust. Something else entirely that made my own body react in ways I didn't want to acknowledge.

My breathing became shallow as I found myself studying the way Tyrion's jaw moved, how submissive he looked on his knees, and I couldn't tear my gaze away.