Chapter 8

Prescott’s pov

Once the Princess left my room, I picked up the necklace from the bedding and brought it closer to my nose. I inhaled the scent and let out a hearable grunt.

Alas, the scent was never the same. Instead of the herbal scent of my Mom, it was filled with the Princess’s floral scents. Her scent was so strong that I felt my wolf howl to her scent.

I sighed and dropped the necklace back on the bedding. I undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off my body. I loosen the buckle of my belt and dragged the dark jeans off.

I strolled to the bathroom to wash. After taking a few minutes in the bathroom, I walked out of the shower and headed straight to the closet.

I pulled out a dark washed jeans and hastily slid my feet into them, I grabbed a black T-shirt and put it on. Checking myself in the mirror to see if there was anything I was missing out.

My jet black hair was styled to the back, leaving few strands on both sides of my face. The T-shirt was big enough to cover my should